Behold the mother with her newborn child!
An icon of a hope that never dies.
Death may label all we cherish lies,
Yet this love lies too deep to be defiled.
We clear an inner field where fate has smiled,
Letting play the pleasures of surmise,
Holding back all contrary replies,
As though our thoughts might turn the winters mild.
Despite the well-known travesties of time,
Each time a child is born we dream anew,
For only thus our losses are regained.
Though we must share the destiny of slime,
No passion in our palette is more true
Than that which cradles innocence unstained.
Momma, I don't need this Mother's Day
To express to you how much I love you
I want you know I love you in every way
Because I honestly and sincerely do.
My mother, the woman who gave me birth, the one who showed me that great love and great achievements involve great risks is the person I'm honoring today. She showed me how to have respect for myself
Maybe love put sunshine in your heart,
Using light to leaven your long day.
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