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A Mothers Blessing
Twas in the dawn
Of heavens light
She heard a baby cry.
It beckoned her
With angel wings
And tempted her to fly.
The mystic winds
Of time and space
They trouble her no more.
For she has seen
The source of Life.
She's found the inner core.
The path we're on
It leads to bliss.
Our hearts become entwined.
Within the mothers gentle kiss
Our lives remain enshrined.
poem
by
Lynne FincherSpringarden
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