Ma ❤

forgive my exceptions

mom,

you are worlds tethered

enclosed in love, the nuturing kind;

of warm wings for your brood.

you are tried and true, an uncut gem from all pressures;

embelished as if gold through furnace flames you've traversed in this lifeline.

and assuredly,

you are rare an existence, wearing that heart that bears the most.

i don't deserve you Ma, i never have what with my wontedness?

the ages it's taken ne to understand pieces of you-

the miracle that bore me.

you are my precious ❤

truly yours,

Shirlin.