My mother’s picture smiles at me
Whilst perched upon the wall.
Her portrait’s features pleasant are
Mine eyes absorb them all.
My mother’s picture beckons me
To hasten to her side:
That tranquil gaze holds memories
Where all my secrets hide.
My mother’s picture comforts me
It must- she’s far away;
Affords her essence to my life
And lends her precious sway.
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