Mama's voice, no matter how big I become, has the power to sweep me up into a snuggle-hug.
Mama's voice is strong and deep, for she is more baritone than most. When she feels a rush of joy it raises several octaves and becomes more girlish, more young, but I love it all the time. The sound of her words anchors me and, regardless of where I am, brings a sense of home.
In my storms, mama's voice was the eye, for the way she saw things brought real calm and showed me how to navigate to safe waters.
Mama's voice was my sanctuary, my cocoon, for when I felt my wings in need of rest, I went there and felt myself reborn.
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