My mother wore a bright white veil
surrounding every one she knew;
Each step she’d take left tracks to stain
our hopes, we’d call upon to do
Her eyes as blue, as oceans deep
though I had swam against the wave;
Her visions captured every thought
what blurs that only she might save
With smiles to speak a thousand words
I’d read between each every line;
Such comfort to caress my soul
I knew that all would be as fine
Angelic mothers come but once
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