Mothers
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Herbert Nehrlich
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A mother is not
what could pass for creation.
It supersedes it.
There can be no bond
as strong and everlasting
even imagined.
All things will prosper
through praise and retroaction.
No rules for mothers.
What drives our mothers?
The absolute, inherent,
relative at that.
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