GET WELL GIFT
A woman’s frail body, once young and strong, struggles to breathe.
The Soul body learns and grows, burning brighter throughout the years.
A smile crosses the woman’s knowing face as the soul shines through her tired eyes.
The son gifts his heart to where his mother lies.
The Soul cord grows more golden as two souls come together.
The son sees beyond matter the immense beauty through the heart.
The mother muffles her words in a heavy breath.
The son groans his words in a body growing old.
Two souls laugh in the spirit of God’s bliss, joyous and free.
The Soul body learns and grows, burning brighter throughout the years.
A smile crosses the woman’s knowing face as the soul shines through her tired eyes.
The son gifts his heart to where his mother lies.
The Soul cord grows more golden as two souls come together.
The son sees beyond matter the immense beauty through the heart.
The mother muffles her words in a heavy breath.
The son groans his words in a body growing old.
Two souls laugh in the spirit of God’s bliss, joyous and free.
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