By
Louise M. Hart
Your body betrays you
It is a ghost of its former self
A crumpled hand
Caresses a toiled brow
Not long now
Not long now
But, you are a warrior
The bearer of two
You have watched men
Come and go
Infants and oafs, in skin
Thinner than the curve of your lips
Narrower and shallower lives
Than the hips that bore me well
Mother, I love you so
I am joyous in your presence
I laugh and cry in equal measures
In bursts of simultaneous ebbs and flows of emotion
That sooth and reveal how I feel about you
You fill my days with thoughts
Rich and deep
Invade my dreams
Whilst in the froes of sleep
Mother, you made me
So, now, I shall make you
Immortal
In words that rhyme eternal, wondrous and true
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