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Loving mother, nature's child
giving freely never idle.
Sing to me your celebratory tune
of happier times, dear Sister Moon.
When children laughed and played all day
while we sat back and watched and prayed
with hands that caressed and held them close
and knew the love we wanted most.
Loving mate and natural mother,
one of those outweighs the other.
The love of our children is what we need,
to watch them grow and then succeed.
While yearning for the ties that bind,
we have their love, the richest kind.
So sing your song oh Sister Moon,
and share with me your joyful tune.
© 2015 Dara Heller
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