You are more to me

a child than a mother. 

You are like a baby.

I am the bud and you are my budder.

 

You provide me with all

that you possess

like nature tends to our needs—big and small—

which leads to my growth and progress.

 

I can’t provide you

with all these material possessions at this time.

You are my child. 

You are the the sublime. 

 

O mother, as they say,

you are a gift sent from heaven above.

You nurture in the best possible way. 

You are an epitome of love. 

 

Nurture

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