M iracles are mirrors of your love
O pen as spring windows to the breeze.
T he child will in time a sailor prove,
H olding course as wind and will might please.
E ventually, what is left is beauty,
R esonant with what was never sung
'T wixt the wonder and the sense of duty,
S alient as a word on silence hung.
D ear as life is, there is something dearer,
A truth that near dissolves as we draw nearer,
Y et is what is once tales of time are wrung.
T he child will in time a sailor prove,
H olding course as wind and will might please.
E ventually, what is left is beauty,
R esonant with what was never sung
'T wixt the wonder and the sense of duty,
S alient as a word on silence hung.
D ear as life is, there is something dearer,
A truth that near dissolves as we draw nearer,
Y et is what is once tales of time are wrung.
Happy Mother's Day To All Mother's
Remember: "A mother is the one who raises you, not the one who necessarily, gives birth to you"
Remember: "A mother is the one who raises you, not the one who necessarily, gives birth to you"
Love ~ Light
~AND~
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