sun dappled and dazzled
we soak in the warmth
traveled through the inky black
the endless empty cold of space
to smile upon the life she made
and if we stop to think on it
the enormity would flummox
indeed, we grasp her truth no more
than toddlers do taxes
but we need not understand
a mother's hand to bask
in her glow as we grow
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