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Happy Mama’s Day


To the lady who’s become
My fortress
My base camp
My recon squad
My execution troop

To the lady who’s always been
My gentlest pillow
My sturdiest wall
My quietest alarm
My loudest conscience

To the lady who’s worth
A hundred soldiers
A thousand doctors
A million teachers
And a lifetime worth of friends

To the lady who pushes me from heights
so I can learn how to fly
and catches me
every time I fall

To the lady who plucks her own feathers
to patch up mine
and fixes my heart
with strands from her own

To her who shaped me
…my molder
…my clay

Accept my longest poem
My shortest rhythm
My sincerest speech…

For taking up a zillion and one roles in my life
I thank you most for being a mother-
My mother

I love you…

For a zillion and one times
for a lifetime and one day more

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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