Fragile bones sheathed in delicate folds of caramel
A silken heart nestled in blankets of muslin flesh
Magnificence! Apparent, undeniable resplendence
A vision divine, surreal, sublime
Seraphic fragility – a fine gossamer veil
Adorning a valiant spirit armour-clad.
A life-force so vibrant unaltered by strife
An untamed wind streaking colourless skies
Exuberance unleashed, the flight of Spring
Warmth and benevolence soaring high
A dream resurrected by showers of zeal
Like Blossoms in Autumn for weary eyes.
Often I wonder, I think, I ponder
What blood must run in tender iron veins?
What magic births the will to hope and trust everyday?
How does kindness thrive when each day is a crusade?
How can a heart learn to embrace
Both Pleasure and Pain, love both the same?
Laugh it all away? The answer is you.
Happy Birthday Mumma, you are things my words cannot fathom. Here’s a feeble attempt. After all…
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