Mama
She sees through me,
She holds my hand across the tempestuous sea,
She understands my plight,
And can comprehend my fight.
Her words are like an armour,
She’s an ageless glamour,
At dawn, she rises to her task.
She can see what’s behind the mask.
She beckons on hope in dark days,
And understands some of life’s mysterious ways,
She finds a way out of the woods,
And is not subservient to gloomy moods.
She has a deep love for nature,
And made me understand its infinite stature.
Oh, I know someday she’ll be gone,
And I’ll be forlorn.
March 4, 2024.
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