Poem -

First Mother

Picture an apple an the seeds that's within
held an carried inside the house of the first eaten forbidden fruit that caused sin
They sit in the wound nice safe an warm
 awaiting the day to produce apples of there very own
Imagine the tree where this great beginning was plucked
from the land of paradise where God first shared his faithful
love for us
A miracle produced from a loving supernatural touch implanted, pressed down unshaken an well nourished as much
Beginnings of life of a perfected mother to love first created from heaven way high in the heavens above
No-one can explain the depths of a mother's love
No thought can obtain the height in which it was sent from above
Wrapped in pearls an silk with the magic to embrace sharing true love
what a great joy to receive such a gift to be spiritually raised an nourished by the first Mother to uplift
When the seeds grow to maturity  the mother decks the child in prayers an righteous clothes
garments of faith and untainted silver an gold Sending the gift back to the sender one-day with cheer an hope Christ excepts him or her in the kingdom to stay
For a mother's love will always rest in heaven where we in the beginning were created to stay
Thankful to have known my first given mother in such a blessed
beautiful
supernatural way... 

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