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A Mother's Touch



Like clay

Molding and holding

Her family

together—

she shapes

hope.


Her hands

soft as scarves,

Reaching to

the sky,

stretching

Blessings

across generations.


Her embrace

Warm as

freshly baked bread,

Comforting as

classical lullabies.

As her child’s heart

races

through life’s

dark places they

remember

her love.



Her heart

Beating within

For those without,

Bringing beauty

that begins

with kindness.


Her words

whisper in

our hearts,

On repeat in

our minds—

She

speaks

Wisdom.

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