On the Potrait of a Mother
Bathing me
You look nakedly clean
Like a pebble;
Kissing my brows
You glow
Like winter flames;
Taking me into your arms
You sleep
To dream and sink.
The white marble* humming
Heaven of earth , my mother,
The prowess of love !
*Written after seeing an image of a baby set at a mother's waist
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