Mother’s Vine


From a seed you began to bud into a vine
from a baby to a woman full of grace.
As your tendrils cling to the trellis of life,
no rain or drought shall wither your strength.
As transformation begins to form,
you begin to grow leaves-not one, but two,
as essentials of matter take form.
Your nutrition fills the leaves with
Love of life, glory to have faith, obedience,
and the joy of happiness,
happiness for oneself and others of all breeds.
Your smile embellishments to those indeed.
Without query you embraced their needs and pain.
You truly endured your reason of life by selflessly
giving love, happiness, and comfort to those in need.
Your vine has come full circle from seed to a stern stem.
The spine of grace and glory will always continue-
continue through the leaves of the vine in which you
spawn from one leaf to the next growing new limbs of life.
Life of wisdom and love.

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