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Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #2195885
To My Spiritual Mother
It was in the season of giving,
the five days of Ayyam-i-Ha,
that I learned to love humanity
from my spiritual mother.

Age was never a barrier
to her for expressing her love
for the Glory of God
and the human race.

It was in the days
leading up the The Fast
that she came into her own.

It was in these days that
her volunteer work increased
at food kitchens,
food banks,
with migrants,
and the homeless.

A true world citizen
she gave joy and time
to those who needed it most.

Poet's Note:

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