Timeless
mother
Love fills the air
With a compassion sweet.
As subtle as moths’ wings,
Love torn from work and toil
From strivings past
And often poverty wrought.
When love was squeezed
From care worn hands
From mothers’ bowed
Over sink and wash.
Often unsung, yet caring,
Until with time love departs
Yet now we stand
So tall and proud
A product of loves stream
Born from mothers’ dreams
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