The trailblazer is having a jaunty pace, disembarking herself to myriad of legions and laying her hands in all the extrinsic frames, while leaving footprints and traces behind her trails.
Now I am back to the taste of familiarity, my expanse. There are indefinite anecdotes and events to place into pieces for the puzzlement. While I was promenading, a lion came up to me and interrogated with this:
and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you,
my miracle, my mother.
You serve the sugar with a bit of peppermint to clarify the passages that carry what you mean. When you first set to bear a soul, quite separate from your own, whom you would cherish and yet must teach to live and die alone. I owe you my life. You always cast away your dreams, just to fulfill ours. Please don't worry the ONE, because I will take care of you, like how it was when I knew nothing.
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