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She who waits forever and a day,
and soothes the cries of our souls.
She who calls to us, as we await the great
awakening.
And life begins again.
My Mother she is eternal,
She is a Goddess unto her self.
She wears the faces of my life.
Those I love, shine in her eyes.
The women who create the future, seed by hopeful seed,
are the women who have built the past,
and the newest branch, that is Now.
I wait for her now.
As I feel our work,
stirring in my body.
My Mother she is eternal
Jackie
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