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I never really heard the words my mamma said,
her eyes, two majestic lagoons,
heralded the musing of her ocean heart.

they were doing all the loving in her name,
calmly, confidently, silently.

Time passed and so did she.
But her eyes still echo as fresh water

cascading from the heights of her heart:
“It’s okay my boy. You’re okay”.

I’m a grown man now and a father.
Eucharisto (thank you) mamma.

138 Reflections over Akamas
138 Reflections over Akamas