Mothers Have Eyes on the Backs of Our Heads
Mothers have eyes on the backs of our heads.
Over all our thoughts there hangs a moon.
The love of our creator sends a light
Heavenward, to brood upon our night,
Essence of love distilled into a tune,
Rising with a kiss above our beds.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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