- Wisdom in each heartbeat pulsing through my veins
- Mending every sorrow, comforting each pain.
- Wisdom in each blood drop healed by Mother’s kiss,
- Or her tear, or stroking, or her embraced bliss
- Wisdom in each longing reaching from my chest,
- Passing through the vastness, to her ear to rest.
- Wisdom in each flushing—flustered, nervous, shy—
- Hand upon my shoulder tells me she is nigh.
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