My Mother is the Sun
The sun
Placed my tiny body in the comfort of her rays
My outstretched arms embraced her radiance
With a heart of gold she
Watered my feet
fed my soul
And pulled the weeds from the soil that nourished me
From a seedling
I grew into a woman i love
And i can thank no one but the sun
-My mother is the sun
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