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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 107
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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 107
Come join us!
“No language can
express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It
shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over
wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a
star.”
~Edwin Hubbell Chapin
I parade my scars
like a mighty flag
Bearing stripes
for all to see
Lapping love from
every bowl
Knowing it is a
true luxury
My mother was the
first to wash my face
To provide sustenance
yet my first greatest ache
for a child was
not meant
to be motherless
so early in the race
So like a tiger I
became an early hunter
Searching for the
warmest of hearts
Longing for
something more
But I never had to
venture far
For women are
nurturers
From every valley
to mountain top
And they will
carry you to their den
If they see that
you are lost
Love is a mighty
force
That drives us to
and fro
It keeps us ever
searching
Further down the
road
The memory of our
greatest love
Is a gift we hold with
might
Yet we freely give
You see women
always nurture
Those in need for
all the days they live.
Dedicated to every
mother that found me along my searching path.
Virginia Van Horn
Dorothy Van Horn
Pam Thackeray
Ann Cornelius
Gloria Galindo
Joanne Moore
Carol Martin
and every other
beautiful woman that mothered me along the way
I want to say.
Thank you!
