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Full Circle of Life itself, can so become,
as arms of Love surround a weary face,
to kiss away the tears of pain, yes teach
you how to walk again, tiny step by step
My own Bronzed Child, she came to be my Mom,
change the bandages of Life's scars, from my heart,
as I remember doing the same for her
Life can be filled with Love, as childhood returns
I see the sadness in her eyes, as she does
bath me, clear my ears, make sure i brush my teeth,
comb my hair, while giving me signs of her hope
that she may be once more, Mother's Loving Child.
I take her hand, yes smile, as she would also
do when I did twist her hair, so thick, so dark,
her fingernails are long, well manicured, as
she does simply plait, the braids of my gray hair
Full circle of life itself, can so become,
hearts give back to those that did give theirs
before: become Mom again, in times of need, if
only to return the Love she gave to you....
