Mothers arms, she holds you close
You feel and sense her, the most
As the infant learning through
The wisdom, chained and broken view
Her wintery eyes, spring held dreams
Fall becomes her broken seams
Summer lights her warming smiles
Winter holding all her lies
Her dreams untold yet opened wide
Realised for a time inside
Since time began of her own life
As an infant, child, mother wife
The infant held by her hands
Infuses the child with all her plan
How she cares, how she is,
Through all her songs
She can only give
The child immerses
Learns through her eyes
Her touch, her feelings
Her heartfelt strides
How warm, how cold
How afraid and bold
How she the source
Of her feminine strong hold
Moves through the child
In every way
Each and ever other day
The mother source
Reflects the course
Of how the infant
Receives her force
Entwined as one
They forge a path
A creation born
Through her part
A foundation strong
In every way
We see and feel
Senses at play
If the course you see as her
Still remains or just a blur
The power in her motherly ways
Forms the ‘one’ as you each day
Until of course you reclaim those parts
Of the mother broken inside your heart
Until you do, your heart will break
Hurt you so, so much at stake
As the mother as myself and you
Put in place as your view
Until you end her broken ways
Embrace your heart
Another way
She lingers there inside so long
Breaking through your hidden song
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