Mother's Heart
Your heart is not a mortal muscle
Your heart's an everlasting home
It cannot fail, it cannot hustle
Wise as a golden printed tome
Gracious enough to give the world
Oversupply of love and light
Illuminates the darkest night
The sun that shines, a guarding dome
Your heart has hands that heal all wounds
Coolness to my blazing forehead
Aromatic warmth in the afternoon
For broken souls and sleepless heads
Your heart has eyes that guide and soothe
The fear of losing faith and hope
Your heart has ears to sift and smooth
Phobic torments and help me cope
Your heart is where I end and start
Long may it live, Dear Mother's Heart
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