Happy Mothers Day

Melodies, like people, have a home.
Otherwise, they’d wander aimlessly.
They modulate and mutate as they roam,
Having held their own quite painlessly,
Eventually returning to the heart
Reserved for them by nature or by art,
Savoring that long-sought tonic tone.

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