Oh! Mother!
All vices vanishes
In all thy touch.
All day alone,
In office;
I contemplate
Thou caressing
From birth
Did I received
In return
I gave you:
"Thy old age!"
Oh! Mother!
Boon I opt
To serve thee
In tenderness
Of thy old age
Thy saggy skins
Hides more depth
Than tears
Could ever Think!
In return
I gave you:
Teethless smiles
Oh! Mother!
Implant all thy
Soulfull presence
In all my
Daily work
Down gathers
The gulp
Unspoken.
Forlorn look
Most humbly
Azure in thy Divinity!!!
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