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Oct 2012
I bow to you who nurtures
to you who loves ~~  is loved
imagination fertile
playmate on the par
sparkling mind expanding mind
it's beauty that you are

I see with joy dreams dared and shared
borne from deep embrace
support with give and take you make
shared life a sacred place
Mother's love has not been prime need, long time now.  
This poem is written for the woman who loves, and is loved by my son.
K Mae
Written by
K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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