The concrete had no say
Still wet
As hearts were etched
Initialed
Left to cure
Beside the pawprints
Of a frightened kitten
I had a dream.
In the dream I wove you a poem.
I used the fiber of my character
to create spools of silken thread.
Then I dyed them
in the colors of my imagination.
I reinforced
each and every single strand
with the strength of my love.
Spun the spools
from the intricacy
of my spirit.
Enamored by your vision,
I pattern every part of me,
every memory,
into every filament of my fabric.
Finished
I initialed my woven piece.
M.Y.
A
Beautiful
Child
Decided
Every
First
Good
Hug
Initialed
Just the
Kind of
Love
Mothers
Need!!
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