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Mother of No Child

The mother of all
Protective and humble
With her manners that stands tall
A female that makes fledglings of no grumble
In her words are salvaging advice
A woman of virtue
The best of all that nurture humanity
She is cool, her presence is for the hurting; a medicated wool
Special she is
Forgotten not she will be
She will be told from one to another down through history
For the best of the best of women is she

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Vladislav Raven Date: 1/14/2016 10:50:00 AM Excellent poem White Sage, i was drawn in by the name. As always, you have a flare in your writing style, it is almost like a song lyric. Your pen once more runs golden on this work. A seven for this little gem my friend. Everything leads to the last three words and they finish the piece so wonderfully....Vladislav. Login to Reply