By EileenDalla
Tears of our Mother.
Standing in the rain, feeling it on my skin, tasting it on my tongue, letting it fill my eyes.
Becoming one with my Mother,
Opening myself and allowing Her to fill my soul.
Tears of our Mother
Washing me clean and giving me renewal.
Breathing her breath, seeing as she see’s and dancing in her arms.
Turning to face her…, to accept her into my heart.
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