Eyes
talk,
words more,
hands my home.
Hold back tear drops when
the thought of us apart haunts my dreams.
***
Soft
warm
baby.
Truest love.
Little bundled girl
taught me the magic of mother.
talk,
words more,
hands my home.
Hold back tear drops when
the thought of us apart haunts my dreams.
***
Soft
warm
baby.
Truest love.
Little bundled girl
taught me the magic of mother.
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