We first live inside our mothers
Their womb dark warm security
Their feelings our first taste of pure love
Before there is a heart to beat
The nurturing and love unending
They follow, guide, surround
Amniotic fluid of our external lives
Metaphorical womb we can always return to
Your love defined my love
Your gentleness, my emotional guidepost
Your presence is ever with me
Your life gave me my life and I love you
Sigh. I like this. Thinking about my mama. Good job.
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Oh my, and I'm still thinking about the old time barber shop; now this
ReplyDeleteYour mom always smiled when I saw her. Made me smile in return.
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