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Happiness, like Most Things, Comes from Mothers

Happiness, like most things, comes from mothers. An amniotic universe is rare. Paradises aren't found with others, Perhaps because we must breathe our own air. ,

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20 August 2006

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Nicholas Gordon

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Happiness, like Most Things, Comes from Mothers

Happiness, like most things, comes from mothers.
An amniotic universe is rare.
Paradises aren't found with others,
Perhaps because we must breathe our own air.
Yet even after paradise, we find
Mothers are a bath of warm affection.
Only mothers' love is truly blind
To guarantee all errant souls protection.
However we find love, it can be only
Evanescences of memories
Retained from when we never could be lonely,
'Ere we left our mother's outsized knees.
So good it is to have that happiness
Designed to grace each subsequent caress,
All future love and joy to underlie,
Yearning backwards towards a mother's sigh.

-Nicholas Gordon -

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