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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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