mother moon

every time
i see your smile
i just stop
and pause awhile

i ponder
gawk like a child
i wonder
what it was
that made you wild
why so long
since you smiled

up at your face
i stare, beguiled 
how is it you
remain undefiled

chronicles 
of countless years
you have compiled
amidst turmoil 
somehow
steadfast unriled

such serenity
held in your smile
it warms me
reassures me
as if 
i am your child
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About Brad Werner

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