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Like the sound of a babbling brook,
Or the song of a morning bird,
I listen to your words.
Like the radiance of a sunset,
Or the beauty of a rose,
I watch your face.
Like the scent of ice-cream
On a hot summer’s day,
I smell you skin.
Like the fur of a kitten,
Or a stone so smooth,
I cling to your clothes.
Like the taste of cotton candy
In the shadow of a tent,
I eat the food you make.
Through the joys and pain,
Laughs and tears,
You made and raised me.
I love you,
My Mother.
 hippo_ruler_not · Tue Jun 24, 2008 @ 02:12am · 0 Comments |
