Sunday, May 8, 2022

In my Mother's arms

No matter the hour she worries
Thou it does look like that she hurries.
Guiding me true like the North Star.
Thou my life might be lived afar.
A slip a fall and down I go.
Her words will lift me up to grow.
She helped me lift my wings and to Soar.
My mother is all this and much more.

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