Thursday, April 2, 2015


Your arms forever open, your hugs that held me tight; your special goodnight kisses to last throughout the night.  A shoulder I could cry on, a softly spoken word, an all-familiar song you'd sing, the sweetest that I've heard.  To me, you are a flower, Mom, so delicate and fair.  You've given fragrance to my life, by simply being there.

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