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Sunday, February 5, 2012

MOTHER


I held the hands of
She who bought me here,
I stumbled, fell and walked
Baby feet on the wet grass,
Of the spheres of this world.
I looked up into
The rays of sunshine,
That singed the clouds of life,
And I bared a bright grin
Of a thousand absent gems,
At the angel who walked
The murky roads of creation,
To gift me here into the
Land of Light!

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1 comment:

  1. It always seems like we have "baby feet on the wet grass", doesn't it? Of course, minus the "bright grin" and without wonder about the "gift"...Alas!

    Enjoyed reading this...

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