Mother's Favorite
My first flesh,
forever home
circumferenced from the womb.
You feed me with your food.
I grow and turn
regress, grow worse.
For all of me there’s always room.
Nothing is as sure as this:
my mother’s hope cannot resist
to bring forth heart that’s hidden
to nurture all that’s living:
budding shoots
anguished roots
she’s gifted in her giving.
My being is a seed that pains
and promises the greatest gain,
planted in her heart
favored from the start—
a place so many more have claimed!
for Mom poetry contest
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