My mother,
is strong like an island.
Her stretched islet arms
merges with my waters.
She comforts me,
when my sea world is rough.
She stabilizes me with grace,
giving self a place to land.
My mom,
strong as rock loves me.
And I love her.
StarBG © 2017
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
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