Mother, I have seen things only my eyes see

I did not see your works
Mother, I have known things only my mind perceives
I did not understand your love
Mother, I have praised flowers, birds, even other women
I did not praise you enough
Mother, I should have known better
Now I see how small I am
Mother, blow over me
burn me
shout to me
Thrive with me
I want you to be with me all the time.

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