Dear mother of peaceful virtues,
I thy son breed by your patience,
Call unto thee tree of happy fruit,
For I'm weak give to me strength.
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Author:
Michael James Ajani (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Whenever I'm sad and feel bored, I call unto my patience mother of peace to give me her happy fruit... She is a virtuous stainless woman.
- Category: Nature
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