Reflect on the good times
When your mother was still here
Remember the lessons that were taught
She made her words ever so clear
She constantly showered you with love
Wanted nothing but the best for you
Always held you in the highest praise
And gave you the vivid meaning of guiding your way through
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2017 22:00
- Category: Nature
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