Nest Nascent
(A Mothers day poem)
((For my Mom))
Borrowed breath of brand new life.
Poured out love in labored strife.
Weary warrior of whispered nights.
Nursing long to faint night-lights.
Harking healer of tearful cries.
Dancing muse of lullabies.
Tender arms, firm in hand.
Held in place to help me stand.
A fixed firm tree in a broken land.
Teacher true who taught to seek.
Lips I learned from how to speak.
Encouraged me to step and walk.
The ears that long to hear me talk.
Selfless servant like no other,
marci.
Daughter, sister, Woman, mother.
~Daniel
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