My Mother's Son

My Mother's Son

A Poem by Healing Star
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I love my Mama. From all the Son's to all the Mamas, You are Loved.

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I'm sorry I did not Understand
You were just trying to save me from Myself
You would try to help and I would React
I'm sorry if I hurt you, with all that talk Back

I hope you are resting softly Tonight
So gentle in your Cave
It is your sweet mother Loving
That my Soul does Crave

Rest softly Mama all your work is Done
You will be forever there trusting in the Sun
I will be remembering that I am your Son
And our dream has just started, forever it will Run

Ooooo, Your with the Holy One
Ooooo, I am your child, your Son
Ooooo, We don't care what they Say
Ooooo, We'll dream this dream Anyway

I hope you are resting softly Tonight
So gentle in your Cave
It is your sweet mother Loving
That my Soul does Crave

Come now Darling warm your hands by my Fire
We will keep dreaming, we will never Tire
There is a soft wind blowin' through the Trees
It's telling me to drop down to my Knees

Ooooo, I remember You
Ooooo, and that September Moon
Ooooo, we are falling through our Dream
Ooooo, realizing things are not what they Seem

I hope you are resting softly Tonight
So gentle in your Cave
It is your sweet mother Loving
That my Soul does Crave

© 2020 Healing Star


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What a sweet poem to your mother. I'm sorry to say I don't have generous thought concerning my mother.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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10 Years Ago

My mother was not perfect either. There is love in your Heart for your Mother whether you see it th.. read more

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Added on June 5, 2014
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Healing Star
Healing Star

South Jordan, UT



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I am a man who has finally realized he needs to write down what matters to him, that I might learn from myself, what is important, what I value. To capture who I am now, for that is all we have is no.. more..

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