Mother of All Mothers

collectively
our mother
is from the old school
she says please and thank you
but it isn’t audible
gesturing is her modus operandi

take in the sight of a rainbow
or gaze from a mountain top
and you understand

listen to a babbling brook
and you understand

on sunday
i’ll pay tribute
the grandest
of them all

mother nature
the mother of all mothers

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8 thoughts on “Mother of All Mothers

  1. So beautiful.

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  2. Reblogged this on SherayxWeblog.

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  3. NORDMØRING

    That was really well said! 🙂

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  4. Beautiful and truthful words!

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