Love of a Mother
A Mother Who Loves All
Love rises from the earth to my core
For the first time I can breathe.
I've never looked to her to revive
I long to know how she feels.
My thoughts travel across the sand,
My heart lingers under a rock.
It's as if she can hear my need
As she heeds my cries for help
I am all that she is and more
Her lineage pumps through my veins
I am finally free
To Laugh
To Live
Forever in the confines of truth
I am mine in my own
Little known, I see the ending of my generation
The seed of evolution radiates fresh news
Leaving behind a past of lonely understanding
Standing on my own
Creating foundation
Leaving tribulations
Renewed through vibrant landscapes
The Mother embraces me
Filter in the good news
Shedding the skin of bad times
Expanding the space of quality spent time
In nature.
About the Creator
Jessie Malulani Cleveland
Creator of all things awesome. Jessie of many talents, skilled for passion driven lifestyle - Running the writer life with poetry, fiction and self help while exploring the planet of blessings.
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