My Mother
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She showers you with love,
And her gentle gestures resemble the ones of a dove,
Her sweet and warm essence engulfs your nest,
And you can’t help but feel extremely blessed.
She twirls and sways and her song is never– ending,
As it pounds softly against your eardrums whilst permeating.
Her inner beauty is all you see,
As she cooks your favourite afternoon tea,
And asks how you spent your long day,
Her face about to burst with excitement, like a blossom in May.
Then she plays with you and hugs you,
Not wanting to let go of you,
But when finally she does part,
She tucks you in bed and kisses you a heart.
And who could be this loving, this caring, this amazing?
Who would give such a bother?
Why, who, of course, but your Mother?
(2013)
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