Saturday, May 7, 2011

For my Mother

Your hearbeat was the first sound I heard

Your arms were the first to hold me

Your milk was the first that nourished me

Your eyes were the first to gaze into mine

Your dreams and hopes were the first to guide me

Your knowledge was the first to teach me

Your ideals were the first to mold me

Your heart was the first I captured

You made me the mother I am today to my oun children

You are my mother

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