Original Poem by Luke Gialanella: 'Mother'

Bliss. So close yet      so far. In the other room lies The closest person to it. The giver, the taker, The arbiter of Bliss. She is Bold, Beautiful, Born to RISE. She is Mother. Before this, she was just a mother. Now, She walks for miles and miles And m  i  l   e   s To find home again. Her Son is scared, Her Daughter is flying, and Her Husband is fighting. There is no Bliss here. The Two of them have anything but. The shadows of Kyiv lie beneath them, But Mother only looks up, Dreaming of being with Her mother again, Back when She was only a daughter. This exclusive original piece is found in 'The Rise Edition' of AwareNow Magazine: www.awarenowmagazine.com   Written by: Luke Gialanella Narrated by: Allié McGuire Music by: Sol Rising Produced by: Awareness Ties