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.
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