My Version 2.0
From the moment you were planted, I felt our spirits touch one another.
Just like me, you are made of Moon, under the constellation of Scorpius; we are Water.
Fresh to death and free-flowing, we speak the same language.
You were recoqnized by my heart before my eye understood who you were.
I am simply amazed by you, not because I see a junior me; I see the original you.
You are my ego altered.
I hear you speak life and love.
Like me, you have a fierce blend of Wisdom, plus Power, plus Strength; go on wit ya bad self!
You are my ride or die, the bone in my back on which I stand and proclaim,
I am proud to be your Mother and Friend.
By Juanita Patterson
2019
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