Mother and Sons

Sipping coffee as the warmth of a foggy bliss
Awakened as if her conscious had twist
Incoherence to the planet
Little children
Lost mother
States of mind
Her mind follows no guild-lines
Showing her strong, still, and most of all in control
Her soul education to be left for little ones to be told
Her sons
Her first
Born into a diseased cursed
Her second
Healthy with curls curved into his chubby sweet face
The third
A quantum surprise
Enlightenment by the sky
Too much to bare
A mother’s disguise
The bombs of the world have engaged
Her anger came from an otherworldly place
Left behind, her time
In the back of her mind
Her little ones ready to stroke
Grasping the rows hitting under the boat
Universal comeback
No time for ruination
Saving their mother with their felicity
The outcome is permitted
The mother only sipping
Clear sky’s in the distance
Mother and sons
All meet as if they were one

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