The Mother

By Christopher Rupley

 

Through the myst of time

she catches my eye,

loving and criticizing—

always on the move.

 

She never fades,

and always shades

even the smallest

of her creatures.

 

She has been known

as many more than one,

and Her radiance

echoes through my thoughts.

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