Brimming love potion at sunrise
ornate cookies of motherhood,
drape our savoured taste buds;
'Oh! She must love to cook'.
Sliding 'neath her pillow of dusk,
mom's poetry flashes secrets.
*This poem has been written in the Hexastich Verse form, which is a poem or a verse consisting of six lines. This one has a non-rhyming scheme and syllable count from line 1 to 6 being 8,8,6,6,8,8 syllables respectively.*
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