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Mother
Samuel Larbi |
These days the best of yesterday,
Eye out only from memoir pages,
Like the dead longing to come alive,
To encounter dreams of perhaps,this words:
Motherly love!
Though it seems so far out of reach,
I linger to the desire and charms,
Upon a time like this:
When years makes way for another,
Marking an epoch of mothers,
Mother! with your epics, I hold on
Some tale to tell my kids,
And certainly the blossoming of love,
In that special way, linking us.
I owe you, mother! that has never been told
Which some of us must tell it; if there are ways of honoring you,
I cannot recall them to the light.
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