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Mother's Blessing
In the center, flesh
at her heart
red rivers
flow,
moss feet, soft
as wildflower fields
grow
canyons crayoned
stenciled against
mist and twilight
sky eyes, clouds
pass
through mountains
of moonlight,
Mother
bless me tonight.
This poem is for the earth who is Mother to us all, and for my Mother, how I miss her today.
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