Mothersong

Your song was born from your smiles
Forged in our slow mornings
And refined in the wolf's hour laps of the room I paced with you 
Until your sweet head slowly rested on my shoulder 
And you surrendered the weight of your body to my arms.

I would capture your song in a crystal, if I could
And place it in your heart
A memory chip of my love for you, glowing warmly
Quantumly entangled to the one you placed in mine.

Remember your song in those moments
When the pressure of your thoughts fills the vacuum of the night
Until your sweet mind slowly rests, formless
And you surrender the weight of your soul to mine. 

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