A Mother's Song

Awaken to the sound of a

mother’s song echoing

sweetly beneath canopies

of youth where fears

cured by wealth become

symbols of love

consuming bliss like

winds signaling spring

to come or dawns

to break or breaths

to hold before I take

the day, my chest contracts

with each graceful note the bridge

sweeps me under, trapped melodies

invading lungs and music chains with

soul expanding fields of bloom

Where doom is felt no longer

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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