I create and I care,
I nurture and I repair,
You grow in me,
And I flow in you,
You are my part,
My flesh, my blood and my heart!
Yes I am living,
Loving
And always giving,
No, not a goddess..
Neither a super power..
But I am your mother.
And yes your children's mother too!
I am infinite.
Living yet eternal,
I thrive in each of you!

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I create and I care,
I nurture and I repair,
You grow in me,
And I flow in you,
You are my part,
My flesh, my blood and my heart!
Yes I am living
And always giving,
Never knowing when to stop!
No, not a goddess..
Neither a super power!
But I am your mother..
And yes your children's mother too!
I am infinite
And I thrive in each of you!

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Slowly,
Meekly,
Perplexed,
She looks up,
Vision still blurred..body shaking..heart pounding....and her soul bleeding!
She looks up...Not sure if it's all a nightmare..she hopes so though!
She is screaming and weeping..
But no nothing comes out, not even a whisper!
Her lovely yellow summer dress..
A gift from the one who meant her the world..
Now soaked and stained in RED
A much darker RED than the promise of life long companionship, the vermilion on her forehead,
Darker than the rose that he lovingly put in her hair..
So deep a RED..
that it swallowed all the colours from her life!

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A handful of lazy sunshine,
Peeps in through my window,
Before sheepishly gushing in,

Jolted awake from his slumber,
Smiling , my little toddler,
Excitedly tries to catch the golden mystery,

Slowly, unnoticed, the morning sun glows brighter,
and the rays become straighter,
It touches and kisses that lonely dew pearl,
The one lingering in the cobweb of my window pane,
And in a blink,
A shred of rainbow spreads in,
Amused, unaware of nature's magic trick,
the little eyes get wide,
And the little hands start clapping..
Making me pause my rush and glee,
Marvelling nature and those tiny naughty dreamy eyes 😊

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Dark it was,
Deep, cold and lonely..
No, she was not scared nor sad,
Not anymore,
She had nothing to lose,
No one to return to,
She stood there,
Like a profound myth,
The past was erased,
And the present was numb!
As she closed her eyes,
And let her being shrink in,
Dark it felt,
It was not bitter
No, not more bitter than her,
Inch by inch,
As the hollow engulfed,
The shadow mingled,
Deep within...
A voice summoned,
Jolted,
She paused,
Perplexed, she looked beyond,
And no..it was not a dream,
As it was not cold anymore..
The magic..
Yes that was her,
Made off light..
She was light!

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Dark it was,
Deep, cold and lonely..
No, she was not scared nor sad,
Not anymore,
She had nothing to lose,
No one to return to,
She stood there, poised,
As she let her being shrink in,
Dark it was,
But not darker than what she had in!

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To my daughter,
My wee bit of magic,
My spark and my shine,

Remember my darling,
Life is large,
For in our only one life we live many,
The softer innocent one,
The stronger and bold one,
The angry or scared one,
The loving and loved one,
We live all,
May be we walk, run, swim or crawl...
We glide through all!

Remember sweetheart,
World is a stage, and your home...is your green room,
Where you prepare to take next leap or
may be simply to heal,
It's OK to be weak sometimes,
Ok to lean on and relax,
OK to be not strong sometimes,
OK to be angry,
OK to be overwhelmed,
OK to fall back, before you rise again!

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Dear July,
Your feisty downpours,
and your fiercy roars,
Your startling silvers,
And your thundering blows,
Washes my worries and all my blues,
Painting greens on all other hues,
Oh July!
You smell of petrichore,
Rare and raw,
Like that tiny paperboat
I treasured yet lost!
My July!
Are you a misnomer?
or
My nemesis....only mine?

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Your feisty downpours
and your fiercy roars,
Your startling silvers,
And your moody greys,
Washes my worries and my blues ,
Painting greens all my dreams..
Oh July!
You smell of petrichor,
As I soak in your earthy vibes,
You brew tiny hopes,
The paper boats from another life!
My July!
Are you a misnomer..
or
My nemesis..only mine?

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The ocean of love,
The volcano of courage,
And the mountain like patience,
She,
Crafted carefully, in the hands of destiny!
She labours, she bleeds and she nurtures..
She grants life, but not a God,
She loses her spark as she births life,
Yet remains an effervescent glow,
Present a wee bit in every life she creates,
She is a mortal, but ethereal!

She is you and me,
Our mothers and every woman,
And of course the Mother earth!

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