Tucked between her hand and her bosom

A new life incubates

Like a blotting paper

Imbibing humanity through touch, smell and sight

The hand that rocks the cradle

Rules the world

Paints fantasies in colors,

Reveals the spectra of life and love.

The mom

Elegant,

Awesome, awful

Slim, obese and out of shape

Damsel, dreadful, darling, charming heartbreaker

Young, old, healthy and in between

Black, brown, yellow and white

Poured her love to someone

To plant the seed in her

To produce this life form

The mom

The incubator of life

The spring of affection and love

The source of all prominence, dominance and defiance

My mom,

Your mom,

And mom of all those old and young folks

Who once tucked each one of us

Between her hand and her bosom.

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