Mother Loves

Clinging closely inside her waist she nourish me,from her tongue of taste I am spinning cartwheels,with the use of no hands standing upright,unbalanced head stands when in pain,I feel her frown any spoken word,I hear her sound late at night when she lay to rest I snuggle closer beneath her breast the unity,the bond that we share there is no greatness to compare when she whisper and talk to me her familiar face yes,I can see there is no other, far and above she breaks the barrier a Mothers Love.