Mother of Mine

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Dear Mother -- when the harsh wind comes;

I will save you in my arms.

Let no pain touch you;

Or suffering annul you.

I will burn every evil omen;

And guard you with all my devotion and Solicitude.

Only if things were as I imagine;

You and I - -

We could have our desired happy ending.

But it's all what I dream;

Imagination it is of a failed child's promise to Protect YOU from everything - -

And Preserve.

Hold.

But all in vain..

With the cataclysmic blow of Time;

Left no Greenland to maneuver.

The Kind Bosom gone ;

All that was left was Time Eternal. . .

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NOTE :

I don't require to say anything about this reverie, except that it's as you might have guessed already, on my beloved Mother.

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With Love and Kisses. 🧡
Be safe.

---- Yours Isa

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