Mother
but a document of smiles?
I look into your eyes and my sacred nude is polished.
There reserves in your nostrils refreshing scents for my weak days.
And your beautiful mind is only a scripture for my continuity.
One mark tells of the union we shared from the womb.
You've had the scar retained from teaching me the good way.
And your fists are pillars of strength since my earliest toddling days.
Lavender blossoms are neither too colourful for your dance.
Nigara Falls too,have not the highest height to measure your care.
And the dunes of the Sahara have pretty fair layers for the depth of your support.
It is said that the suitors you had yesterday
Have together written to their sons
That their walls were all crafted from the tenderness of your hopes.
I made it of yellow for your name shines like the dazzling sun.
I made your skin of black for the beauty your ebony instills.
This shape of your figure I choosed because,your up and down have made great tributes to my existence.
The juice from your breast is most delicious.
Even the prayers from your knees are most gracious.
Such that your sight is ever a monument of life.
Of the pets you've tamed among all beasts.
And of the fortunes your head has carried out of every burden.
That you are the mother of my life.
This intense exploration of maternal love is a feast of the experiential, continually connecting its philosophy to the sensual.
You're good man, every mother deserves to be shown love.
Thanks for reading through
Wow, I wish I could something like this for my mom
You could, you just have to go through the Memory Lane.
Wow wow, you have got my attention ma'am.
This is a remarkable delivery...
Thanks a lot dear, momma deserves the best
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