by Shirley Ann Newman
(New York, NY)
The shell from whence I came long gone,
now emerging several decibels later, I
still say farewell unscathed.
For painting scenes from life,
I've had the inside on creativity,
having known unselfish love.
Like a still life painting,
a mother's love still is.
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