An Ode To Our Mothers

 

Her laughter escorts beauty unto our ears

It’s ring, far more majestic than the multi-textured lyre waiting to embellish the winter evening’s fire

Look how her regolness encapsulates the entire house

Her presence so grand, challenging Strauss. 

Do not be dismayed by her undeniable wit 

Surely, it must come from her Glorious Spirit

Her skin, so rich

It’s mahogany’s best friend

Her lineage shall be blessed until the earth’s end

So make haste, young one, come sit at her feet!

For her blazing realm we shall certainly meet

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⁃ Christian Strange (2019)