When she's by the throne,
majestic seat of troubling trials,
leaning back on unrelenting dissapointments,
Her child echoes joy while laying on the lawn,
this babe is never alone,
angels walk by her ever since her annointment.
Mother,knows spiritualy she's safe.
Lingering in her mind is how to always provide.
For the forbidden marital divide,
Cast him off,now she is the head and epic-centre of her family.
Charging atoms of good demeanor.
Fusing thoughts of better tomorrows'.
No subject of life escapes her scope of reason.
Becoming the strongest woman under the son.
I've never heard her cry,just seen silent tears roll as she tries,
harder and harder alone until she transforms into a self made epitome of success,
then her child the perfect reflection of feminine ownership.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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