She
She is as fluent as a gust in winds,
She smells of roses with petals of red,
She is definite with ev’ry rescind,
She loves with a wide and extended tread.
Her beauty is blinding with ev’ry move,
Her actions speak louder than her feelings,
Her warmth rejuvenates to remove the groove,
Her cures amongst us have hearts all healing.
She flows like the river with a purpose,
She opens her heart to reckless hearts whole,
She shields us from all trials horrendous,
She feeds our hungry mouths with all full bowls.
She is the breath of life and my mother,
Her absent smile is my only concern.
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