Mom, I see what you did there
Trying to define the undefinable — my mother’s love.
I’ve been spoiled by my mom.
Who only knows how to give.
Who only lives
and a silent knowing.
She never seems to run out of giving.
Never asks. But I know, only hopes
to be filled by my
and my happiness.
Back and forth, all her life
These emotions run
between herself and all her children.
An energy is built:
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