I bow to you who nurtures to you who loves ~~Β Β is loved imagination fertile playmate on the par sparkling mind expanding mind it's beauty that you are
I see with joy dreams dared and shared borne from deep embrace support with give and take you make shared life a sacred place
Mother's love has not been prime need, long time now.Β Β This poem is written for the woman who loves, and is loved by my son.