The profound innocence
Of her matured soul
A mother to a generation
Of children
Who were lost in the scold
A beauty to the senses
Empathy walking
To me it’s a choir singing
To her she’s just talking
A blue honey
That fills the honeycomb
Expressive sweetness
Sweeter than morning’s dew
The profound innocence
Of her sensitive heart
A flame everlasting
Without a spark

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