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THE QUEST A search for truth begins inside The Mothers arms are open wide In love and care, with patience she waits Though in pain you hesitate The time in life never is to late To come home to her warm embrace Her light is soft, sweet glow of love A safe place you only once dreamed of Her heart is strong, words so true When the world has turned on you Fear not death, nor from it hide She holds your hand, she is your guide A Mother in the sweetest sense When you've nothing left to give
Goddess
too in glory and power
By: Ja'Nell M. Fowler |
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