Degenerating feeling
like candle I am melting on glam face, drops are pouring finding comfort through dreaming of hands and arms comforting and sweet voice reassuring the nagging twinge, fading.
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God’s greatest gift to mankind
Who nurtured, bred and borne us She’s there on guard to watch Our every step and raise us. Her caring arms, our refuge Her loving touch, our cure Her soothing words, our comfort She is our fortress; sturdy and tall. Always attentive, ready to help Her life revolves around us Forgets herself, devotes her time Her heart and mind, focused on us. A citadel of love and care A fountain of faith and flair A source of unending power Mothers, forever, we will endear. |
Author A mother, an aunt, a sister and a friend, they embody my personality. Archives
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