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WEB PAGES FOR MY MOTHER
"The Joan of Arch" in our times,
I call my mother.
A delicate feature she may seem to possess,
a strength of an eagle she has.

Armed with profound spirituality,
pure intellect, and untainted moral integrity,
she carries on her mission
of a mother role uncondtionally.

Thus, for her,
this site is built.
A touching poetry, she writes -
an introspection of her soul it narrates.

Come then,
browse the pages full of meanings.
But to visit and sign up in the
guest book,
forget it not!

by lani

Click and take time to read my Mother's

POETRY
| Amor | An Apostrophe | Beyond Forgetting | Bitter Ecstacy |
| Changeless |
Christmas | Come Oblivion |
|
Czarina | Effigi | Emptinessi | Footfalls | Hunger | Infatuation | Leilani |
|
Lilies of the Fields | Marissa | Mia culpa | Nocturne |
Nostalgia |
Prayer | Resolution |  Stardust |  | Stow away | To Adonis |
|
To An African Daisy | To Janus | World Apart | Yuletide 1966 |
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