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Many people ask or wonder, What love is and why we ponder, Some people it only seems to hurt, Others are enlightened by this one words work, So ask yourself this question please,
As a baby, you held me with tender love and care The smiles and warmth you gave me was above all else and more than fair I thank you for the days of laughter
Mothers, talking the bottle warmer or the nob that starts the washing machine. The mothers Brickell, Clorox queens, mattered with milk stains, skin dry and calloused from work but glowing faintly, loud over their children’s cries.