In her embrace, a haven I find,
With gentle touch, she mends my mind.
Her love, an anchor in life's sea,
A beacon of hope, eternally.
Mother's love, my guiding light, divine.
Love you mom
About the Creator
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks6 days ago in Fiction
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Very powerful beautiful poem!