Paradise
She smiles reasuringly,
and I spy a ship of hope on the horizon.
She wipes away my tears,
and my unbearable thirst is quenched.
She lifts me up when I fail,
and I find shelter in the storm.
She calls me down for dinner,
and I escape starvation.
Her embrace is my paradise.
Without my mother
I am a desert island.
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