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The Child
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Child

A people who
adores its mothers
will travel on a cloud
of high esteem.
Blessed by mothers,
and crowned by God's
most precious gift,
as it pours out
of love's own union.
The child.

This is inspired by long
forgotten words
from the fifties.
Origin unknown.

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Comments (3)

Herbert, I really loved this poem. I think a mother is a 'treasure' that should be appreciated daily. For me, I am so...jealous when I see people with their mother. I envy anyone that has a strong bond between themselves and their mom. Beautiful poem. Sincerely, Mary
Mothers should always be held in high esteem......but not often enough..good write!
That's cool to bring back an old idea and being inspired by it. I liked this one...it's fresh.