my mothers love

my mother loves me like a tulip in the field

quite concealed but on those rainy days

dancing between the rays of sunshine

without care or time to waste

goodbye mistakes, forgotten

all in my mothers love.

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my mother loves me like sweet sips on a sunday

through work and play, we smirk at each thought

soon forgotten in a giggle of new ideas

fleeting fears escape somehow

unspoken vow, promised

all in my mothers love.

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my mother loves me like untouched snow

covering what we didn’t know in blankets

we’d rather not admit burned so harsh

and parched we were for even a drop

of that tip top slate, dedicate

all to my mothers love.