What is a mother?

Tirelessly a solider.
Cradling all from the nothing-a holder
of Fire.
Birthing fragile flowers higher,
to the sun.
Dear mum,
I see your sweet gaze,
Evergreen maze,
Protection rays and fertile rain.
I feel your strength,
Move these bones.
Eternally planted, free to roam.
I know your love,
Heart opening, fluttering, dancing above-
A butterfly. A vulnerable sigh,
-to the motions on the outside.
Present- Allowing. Stillness smiling from the truth inside.


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