Mothers Day

Nothing can structure the

Transcendental divinity

Given to me as my mother,

The sun to my orbit and

Lightning to my thunder,

The deity of my life

As well as my brothers,

She’s the sun to my summers

And my oxygen when

I’m feeling under,

As time transcends

And sculpture my awaken

Existence to eternal slumber,

My mother will always be

The cause of my smile to

Save me from fragments

That life contrives to suffer

– Nick F. Hawkins

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