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Created on: May 22, 2007
Mother's Night
We all are borne of mothers who labor to give us life
With bone and marrow suffer giving silently in strife
The colors deep within them in hues of brilliant reds
Brought calm to our young slumber like magic sand upon our heads
But one that stands in starlight with red beyond the blue
Is one that held my heartlight until my grey hair grew
From slumber in sweet twilight to upset the night so new
The mother I am counting is the one who saw me through
While perfection did elude us and grayness settled in
When trouble did pervade us and neither would give in
After hearts wept in deep caverns of charcoal colored walls
Still stood light between us through the darkness of it all
Whether old or young, strong or weak, pleased or so displaced
My mother's smile, her loving heart, brought beauty to my place
As sunlight brightens forests with streaks of gold shot through the dim
So has my mother shined my soul of the gloom that sits within
When I close my eyes this eve and the myriad takes hold
I know the colors I must draw although I may be old
The colors of soft auburn hair, with curls close to her head
The smile in deep blue eyes coaxing me to bed
The heart of you, my mother, still comforts me this night
And although you may not be here, you are with me on my plight
Of one thing I am certain, and a question I find so true
Is there anything more important then your mother's love for you?
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