My Heavenly Slice of Joy

My mother

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When I think of the sun clothed with the clouds all that comes to mind is the pleasing soft caress of my mother
When I think of rose soaked in honey comb vase

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All that drowns and stains my thought is the fragrance of love tied to my mother’s arms
When my heart ponders upon the streaks of golden rays staining the blue canvas of the sky when the sun sets
All that resonates with me is the thick cloth of blood, pumping down the thighs of my mother in pushing me forth to life
She is my slice of heavenly joy
With every mixture of happiness
She is the sun behind my moon blaze
The moon behind my dark nights
My mother is the back bone and anchor of my heart that will never leave me
Even when she is present or absent
Her prayers and caress are always buried within my body, mind and soul
My mother is a warrior, constantly climbing up and down the moutains of my fears
In bringing a king back to life
When the strands of my insecurities leads me away from home
My mother is my shelter
And I am a part of her heart
Our mothers are heavenly honey, clothed, slice of heaven in our lives

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