Mother

Mine is the joy of the unspoken word
A face that wisdom has not rejected
Peeling away the lushes layers of time
That prove existence and recite paths taken
Beauty reflecting a calm and quiet spirit, dwelling within
And eyes that hold answers to questions, too painful to ask
A remarkable story that will never be revealed
While quiet contemplation wears a noble crown
And empty arms that held a precious loss
Will bury the life that remains in truth
And justice will free the grave that cries for love.

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