Moms (abab rhyming scheme)

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Once I laid fixed to her touch and sheltered by her scent
In her caress that makes the coarseness of grit delicate
Once I was a stranger, unprepared for this worldly advent
In her bosom my time originates

Once I drew valiance and sucked in my spirit
In her strength that makes a lion's roar weak
Once I was nourished by liquid virtue and milky merit
In her bosom my love peaks

Once I licked esteem and breathed in my soul
In her generosity giving more than the rain gives
Once I was protected in a forte of warmth strong and tall
In her bosom my life lives

                                                 

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