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My sweet most precious treasure
Purest heart of innocence,
A million dragons, jaws of fiery rage
All cowered rapt in mercy
Scorched and charred, no match
So powerful is the love I hold
For you, My son.

My pure, dear, tender man child,
Sweetest lips of sugared gossamer,
A thousand witches, ranting wildly, wicked,
Hellfire burning, chants a screeching,
Shrivelled, spellbound, cast beyond,
No match for full heart
Of a mothers love, my child.

My darling, dear heart youth,
Precious eyes of tourmaline,
A hundred monsters, ravenous and jawing
Clawing, flesh-hunt crawling,
Banished into kingdom come
By the fearsome hunger of
A mother’s love, my son.

My cherished, loving one,
Shimmering halo of iridescence,
A trillion kisses, a billion wishes
Of sweetness and sugar and candyfloss fluffiness,
Angels on cupcakes in clouds of marshmallow,
Here lies the story, the kingdom, the power,
A mothers love, my son.

I was just that child,
That human thing so fragile,
Bud which shakes in fear
Of blooming into splendour,
Fearful of my light.

I was just that child,
All bottled up and strangled,
Optimism snuffed out like
Choked laughter, kill
That happy, happy joy.

I was just that child,
In corners cowering,
The hollowness of all my tears
Cascading into pools of
Just invisible, all nowhere.

I was just that child,
My dreams and fantasies
Paraded in a stream of
Vicious parody, stupidity,
Cheap dreams, ten a dime.

I was just that child,
That ray of hope within,
Refused to let the demons down me,
Crush me, rising from the ashes
Shining Phoenix child.

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My son made a beautiful cake for Mother’s Day. I was choked with love …

My dear little heart
And a pink sprinkly cake,
Festooned with wild butterflies
Sparkly and glitzy, bedecked
In a million calories waiting to
Frolic on hips.

My dear little heart
Clutching his little cake
Relishing sweetness and frosting
A sprinkling of icing so much like
A sugar clad landscape
A tango on tongue.

My dear little heart
As proud as da Vinci
Latest creation delicious to savour
Created in mother love
Sweet Mona Lisa
Taste laden art to explore.

My darling child, my heart and soul,
You dream oh so sweetly,
Your breath soft and gentle
Swaddled in soft duvets
And blessed with unconditional love.
You light up my world
Like the brightest of fires,
You are that twinkling star,
The world’s brightest diamond.
Sleep hushly, little one,
Treasure your cocoon of love,
Your days of innocence.
Enjoy the adoration of your love-smitten mother,
Of days of laughter and frolicsome joy,
Of Lollipops and Chocolate mice
And teddy bears picnics.
Dance in the light of your highest dreams
Because you are so loved, little one,
So very treasured my beautiful son.
I – love – you.

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