mom's warmth

July 9, 2019

My mom would never let me feel cold

I have to love her extra extra extra because

as I get old, she gets old

When I get sick she stays and heals me

When I am hungry she stops and feeds me

Be thankful because she made that warm warm meal

and showed you how

to love what makes you real.

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