::: Mother :::

I am weeping again.

This is my Mother,
my sweet and loving Mother,
in whose eyes I shine, like no other.

She has told me to write,
as she sees the light,
The grass grows where I walk
So says My dear Mother.

Written by: ~ Ian Cazador

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