Mom
There is comfort
In your joy,
Your love flows with the sound
Of gentle water
And a thousand rustling leaves.
Your smile is the meadow
Where soft things grow,
Your arms move to hold the Earth,
They shelter all things good.
There is peace in all the spaces
That are you.
You are the heartbeat
That brings the sun.
Copyright © Christina Bruno | Year Posted 2022
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