Mother

A Poem by Madame

Transcendental is my mind,

watching my mother's body move and change by season.

Her glories and wonders;

microscopic beauty exists in every macrocosm.

Petals rise and fall only to rise again.

reflecting colors of every spectrum.

© 2011 Madame

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Added on June 27, 2011
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Madame

Danville, KY

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I am a chef and single mother of two. I love to write and have been for many years tho i very rarely make time to sit and write any more. I usually find inspiration when i am busy in the kitchen or mo.. more..