She is the shade of a tree cold and profound,
She is every herb to my aching wound.
She dabs my forehead, putting in her lap
And her lap's warmth gives me a cozy nap.
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Great poem for his mother, imaginable so truest and great Beauty shines from this intimate poem.5 Stars.
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