Mothers have eyes in the backs of our heads.
Over all our thoughts there hangs a moon.
The womb of our creator sends its light
Heavenward, to brood upon our night,
Essence of love distilled into a tune,
Rising with a kiss above our beds.
Oh come on everyone knows
a mum is someone who always shows
her skills in everything good and bad
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