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| Mothers by � chibilunacat God, Love, Warmth, Happiness, This is how a child see's The one he runs to With scraped knees. A hug, A kiss, tenderness, This is what a child needs From the wise one That can plant seeds. Seeds of love, or of warmth, Seeds of wisdom the child nurses, Fragily handed them, From bulky, every need purses. Sunshine, gratitude, warm embraces, This is what a child feels, From there first teacher of life, Amongst the potato peels. Teachings, guidance, and love, In their heart the child does know That it doesn't have to be a parent, To be the mother that helps them grow. A friend, a confidant, a trust, All the things a child shines in, Can only be a reflection of the mother That took the time to help them win. Rough times, good times, any time- Whatever experience the child lives Their mother is one of the only people They would want to be there with. |
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