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Mothers Have Eyes in the Backs of Our Heads

Mothers have eyes in the backs of our heads. Over all our thoughts there hangs a moon. ,

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21 August 2006

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Nicholas Gordon

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Mothers Have Eyes in the Backs of Our Heads

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.

-Nicholas Gordon -

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