His Mother's Father
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For the Mothers, whose love are as pure as refined gold

His Mother's Father

Each gray what lurks beneath

Her halo strikes as a thorn that

Pierces my rhythm;

Preternatural are they upon an Angel's

Each wrinkle beneath her crown

A convoluted, crumpled reality

That he, hence, becomes the Father

Of his mother --

He looked up in awe!

Now he looks down with love.

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