Unconditional Love, Part 1

I think he is the luckiest to have her.

I think she is just as lucky to have him.

Or good fortune is measured

In how many good memories


Are created,

And bounding one another

By a prayer and in some ways,

Our good intentions and ability


To try.

I think time eventually kills us all,

But I believe in my mother’s faith

And how her nurturing,


Or somehow her words

Like sacred and adorned

With gold, and a touch of heaven

Reminds me


Of how I have came a long way

And with every fall

I find her prayers and her spirit

Will continue to catch me


While gently allowing me

To find my feet

As it would land, heel to toe

And I would be able to run, again.

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