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Merry Christmas to my Mother


My mother is enkindled
With fire
She’s not ordinary.
When others just coast
She flies higher…

My mother is a
Selfless missionary
Rewarded by no one.

But my mother
Is someone…

She hides behind
An onyx veil
Of loneliness
And elation.

She’s been a mother
To hundreds
From our nation.

My mother is strong
And demands your respect.

But her lack of
Being appreciated…
Makes her wonder,
What’s left?

Mother,
God is watching you.
Enveloping your hands
With the warmth
Of his angels and doves.

People may mistake
My mother for cement
But I’m her child,
So I know she is love.

My mother is
A revolutionary.
A force in a
Sleepless nation.

She sacrifices.
She’s patient.

And I have nothing
To give her…

But my words of appreciation.

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