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May 7
When I think of Mother's day
I remember where my umbilical cord
was buried. Sweet memories
Illuminate my mind with holographic images of Joy
Tranquil saturates my heart
I remember the radiant heat of your hands
Your rays of love
And immaculate heart
Until reality hits. eyes weep
Anguish confines empty spaces
That were occupied by your love
Twinge grows louder
Silent screams of agony
Where do I channel all thisΒ Β love I have for you ? Truly, grief is love not knowing where to go.
Taetso Tshegofatso Makutu
Written by
Taetso Tshegofatso Makutu  Nelspruit ,south Africa
(Nelspruit ,south Africa)   
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