How much we love Our dear mother, Love for our dove Like no other. Running home scared S kinning our knees, Truth is now bared … Just more time, please. All grown-up now The years went so fast, From the day of her vow Comes the love that will last. A heart that gave The hands that held, Why can’t she stay Forever, it’s felt. Our ups and downs The highs and lows, From sadness to clowns … Mom always
May 5, 2016
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