Ma

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At her feet

we become soft petals,

sharpened with sun

drawn colors,

lighter than a breeze

carried on the wind,

but she catches each one

in her giving bowl.

Gently swooping us up,

we are never forgotten,

as she whispers,

“You are loved,

You are always loved,

All is Love….always.”

~ Jeffrey Vionito

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