Happiness, like most things, comes from
mothers. An amniotic universe is rare. Paradises aren't found with others, Perhaps because we must breathe our own air. Yet even after paradise, we find Mothers are a bath of warm affection. Only mothers' love is truly blind To guarantee all errant souls protection. However we find love, it can be only Evanescences of memories Retained from when we never could be lonely, 'Ere we left our mother's outsized knees. So good it is to have that happiness Designed to grace each subsequent caress, All future love and joy to underlie, Yearning backwards towards a mother's sigh.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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Audio and Video Music: If You Close Your Eyes I'm Still with You. By Late Night Feeler. Music free to use at YouTube.
