Chocolate tans and honeyed eyes can wait
For we are fair with blue-green windowed face Layered limbs too and rounded rims are quaint But we are tightly wrapped and deftly gait Some understand the meaning of the words But we feel weighted life with hearts laid bare While future flyers see with view of birds We boldly brace the waves that fates declare The good in me is you and I am late The mother of my soul and of my love To tell you that you made me not to hate Too true God's beauty you are imaged of Know my prayer to be a Christ-like son My daughter's eyes will shine what you've begun Happy Birthday Mom!
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