My Mother’s Imatation
The sunrise reminds me of my mother.
Warm and inviting, her smile imitates the spread of light across the damp ground.
The orange hues reminds me of her hugs; warm and inviting.
The birds chirping soothes me as her voice does.
My mother is the sunrise, as beautiful and broad as the rays that lay upon the ground.
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