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T.L.C.(A Poem For Mothers)

Nine moons buoyant in your matrix,
Silently alive in dark mystery,
Unfathomable, unsurpassed -
And so close to that heart -
Skilfully, wonderfully, fearfully -
Wrought in dark sustenance,
Warmed by love par Agape,
Then at water burst for the will to breathe,
You, on death's borderline, that will to be,
Blood, flesh, cords, and life draining screams,

To hear a cry and feel those limbs,
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Monday, July 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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