Mother

She's with me when I sleep at night,
Whispering through my dreams,
Of love, of life and what I know
Is already in my heart it seems.
She holds me in her warm embrace
As I lay with the autumn leaves,
And through the wind she tells me of
The things that make her grieve.
I feel her in my bones, my inner soul
When I'm basking in the light of the moon.
I feel her love, her loss, her life
And it causes my head to swoon.



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