My mothers love.

Born into this world a scun rabbit
Little fingers, little toes
But what a heart of hearts did grow,

From braced legs, to running up hills,
creating mountains to climb,
time could not freeze her beauty
nor ever frame it to perfection,

unique be the soul that prospers inside
a grand piano, all words suicide,

she is a dream most people Seeks
that star in darkness when all seems bleak
tenderness, all knees fall weakest
her strength and compassion
all of its own
Not another was known my home,

her heart of hearts sensation
carried my own formation into life and air,

not another mother
nor grand piano could trace away despair
Paving the way towards the light,

a simple jest, a mother's love
in its own eternal right.

nardine Sanderson 26/10/2015.