Sunshine peeks in
Meshes with the rich scent
Of flowers, in wet spring air
The mother graces her children
With a blessing of redemption
And new beginnings
An early morning call
Of care for those off to work
School, life continues to teach
That we are apart and not annexed
Between the storms and the lightning
Our mother reminds us that rain
Can make us sick, we guard our aura’s
With classical tastes and rich texts
Full of faith, not wanting to waste.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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