in the tenderness of a child ,holy lord thought how to protect it from wild ,
that of the world around and of the thorns on the ground ,from the winds and the storms and the dreams that were torn , he had to be omnipresent yet imponderable,
he had this vision he sent an angel with the potence of thee here was she ,
with a smile that enthralled the universe ,yet she could fulfill a child's all dream with her purse,
a touch that can imbibe all the fears ,and the left over tears ,
a divinity of the soul ,an aura of the maker,
the exegesis of lord what we call mother.............
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