The Woman.

Mon, 03/14/2016 - 22:35 -- lu.lu

She is the first place I felt love.

She is like an ocean

soft and peaceful

yet strong enough to destroy.

She is powerful.

She is wise.

She is brilliant.

She is my muse.

She is the reason for all that I am.

Her womb is the first place I called

home. 

she is

          everything.

                        -my mother.

This poem is about: 
My family
My country

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