Our host for the Sunday Whirl Wordle is Brenda Warren.
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I smell the scent of cornbread on your breath,
And know you have visited her.
The vanguard power of her love holds you captive.
You are her son, but what am I?
As I shimmer in the dark,
I am the Moon to a her Sun,
Not having the same impact,
A simple glancing accent
On the same journey,
But at a different time.