A motherA Poem by InkFor mother's day
Angelic
Morning and evening she loves you Old or young she is always behind you Taking less for herself to give you the world Hearing the most comforting words only she can know Eternal, her pressence , though she already left this world Remembering always that we were her own © 2018 Ink
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Added on May 9, 2018 Last Updated on May 9, 2018 |