She came to me, old and wise.
I came to her, young and wild
Her soul must have been every shade of white
My heart darker than night
But still she brought me light
She watched me, consumed by chance and flight,
While she was grounded and contrite
She stepped with even temperament
Where I leapt to sounding dissonance
My thoughts lacking measurement
She showed me the colour of love
The beauty of the earth and all above
Shared a mothers touch
And I had her close at heart
She I longed to touch.
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