Mother of A Son

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I’m telling your Mother

That she should not feel less than full delight

The pouring out of her heart, the raising up of her prayers

Reward

Now comes you, feet firm, breaking rules and records ‘neath the firmament

With kindness and heart-strength -look at how you look at us

We, treasure to you and reasons to hope, so you come close to learn

Simple and virtuous, your needs

Unafraid to speak from love, write of love, to be and die for love

Lovely Mother, you’ve lived Right, you have not squandered Light

See here, your beacon, your boy

Love Dust

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With what gloves do you handle
Your mother
The one who wonders at you
What pieces of your heart do you hold
For her alone
Will you rise to all she knows you are
And meet her at her pace
Catch her if you can!

With what boots do your walk upon
Your mother
The one who provides for you
What segment of your sinew do you share
For her creatures
Will you champion her air and terroir
And give your dying breath
Back from whence you came!

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Mama would say no of you
Too tall and all
The height that is

She would wish a finer dish
In thought and walk
And more clean-talk

Mama’s heart would break in two
To see my lumber
Beside you

LisaMae

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First fearfully made, consecrated one

Then daughter, blessed by a blood second to none

An auntie, to dear flesh -my heart did they steal

Now “Hi Mom” to Tiger, a cub with my zeal

He blessed me, here I stand, in nothing but grace

Surrounded in mercy’s why I seek His face