Flowers, Robert S.

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MOTHER OF MY CHILDRENWith this tiny transientshe shared not only her bodyshe shared her sleepher resther sinewher timeher recreationherfigureher healthher intimacyher love life.She shared her listening,as Beethoven, Bach & Bruchnerand easy jazz, yieldedto infant theme songsthe rhythmic Hmpgif-Hfmew, HmpgrfrHfmewofa breastfeeding infanta sigh, a cough, a bubble, a cryThese became her music.She shared her composureCircling tiny Soviet hotel roomsthrough frightful nightswhispering shushes” into an earscreeching with painon an adventureshe was reluctant to take.Throughout the yearssince this son’s conceptionshe shared herfocusDiverting most of her awarenessto another being.She shared her leisureyielding to a small child’sconstant needsHer discretionary momentsshe gave to devouring bookson the care and rearing of children.So much sharingand to continueShe chose anotheras did Ibut my choice was easy.Once again this lover of minegave, shared and sacrficedall that she was and isto create as ideal a beginningas little ones can ever know.2036 Hau Street Honolulu, Hi 96819(808) 842-6600 Fax: (808) 848-0663She was my loverShe is my loverShe has becomeabove all else,Lover, MotherThe source andSustenance of life andHealth for these, mybeautiful children.And I love her moreThis woman —who was, and is my lover!by Robert S. Flowerswritten for Susan -Wife, lover, friendmother, professional woman.Continued on Page 25Lithe and lovelyBoastingStartlingly erect postureFor so tall a ladyShe was my loverHer breastsYet to be tastedwere positioned high and expectantabove a tiny waistgirdling a sensually lordotic spineon a most peifect pelvic pedestalwhose backward tilt thrust thelower abdomen forward to an apexin gentle rotundaeproudly flankingA most peifect umbilicus.Athletically seasoned musclesfilled her glutealfossaeand broadcast so alluring a contourthat competition could come onlyfrom the juxtaposed legsso long and so slender thatthey seemed never to end.She was my loverLove, I gave to herand she returned itone hundred score over.She was beautiful,as was our shared loveAnd God blessed itThat glorious bodybegan to blossom and swellbursting outwards with the New lifecontained therein.Her wee waist thickenedand her tantalizing breasts filledwith their destiny.The body expanded with edematous fluidsand a store ofadiposity sequesteredcaloriesAgainst that day when another’s nutritionWould prioritize gratification.A son was bornwho thrived on her eucharistic giftof white CommunionHer body became hisAnd he became our joyourfulfillmentOur hope for the futureour conduit to greaterfaithA gift to ushe is yet our gift to Life.ALOHALABORATORIES, I NC.ti dtt& & of !PoEoyCAP Accredited LaboratorySurgical PathologyDermatopathologyCFrozen SectionsIntraoperative ConsultationsDavid M Amberger MDAnd now, especially on this dayI say of this incredible woman

Mother of My Children

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