For all I have hated you
In the past, and for all I may,
In future days.
I see you now
Waving gently with the passing wind
Swirling as the breeze kisses you again
A lotus
A delicately petaled beauty
Filmy veins that bore our touch
Though we barely whispered
Much.
Your skin to our gentle kiss
Was there
And paper-thin beauty
So ever fair
A remnant of our love's caress
And though through hate we did digress;
For all I have failed to love
In the day we saw and the days
Which may someday be.
I, bowing, acknowledge the Eve
The One you were . . .
Always my Mother,
Always . . . to me.
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