Mime Charities Angel

The sun was so bright today. The feel of it on my skin like the feel of your smile a happy day. Even though you are not here but you are… The wind blows, the breeze ruffles my hair like your heart touched mine mother of my soul, refresher of my wasteland. Not birthed from your loins but from your heart and mind Mime, mother mine. Gone where Jewish cherubs go Oh, ye of the Buddha cheek. lover of all life. Ye with the bucket of vegetable soup ever at the ready to nourish what your sweetness could not.. Beloved, my angel by so many. Remembered, my angel for the world of love you poured into the cups of mind. If charity had a face, it would be yours, Mime.