I could write words down on paper
Sing them to the stars,
they are but reflections of the heart.
I could paint a song of love
and dance across the universe,
that is but a reflection of the soul.
I could carve a statue of honor
and display it to the world.
That is but a grasp for the moment.
Nothing written, sung, or displayed
could ever show the love
found in the heart of a child to his mother.
Happy mothers Day.
~J
05/11/14
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