MotherA Poem by MadameTranscendental is my mind, watching my mother's body move and change by season.
Her glories and wonders; microscopic beauty exists in every macrocosm. Petals rise and fall only to rise again. reflecting colors of every
spectrum.
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Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 AuthorMadameDanville, KYAboutI am a chef and single mother of two. I love to write and have been for many years tho i very rarely make time to sit and write any more. I usually find inspiration when i am busy in the kitchen or mo.. more..Writing
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