A mothers love
You look for your momma when you're unsure
I'll always be there no matter where the need occurs
To nourish your tiny body and see your little hand grasp my finger
this is a pleasure that is all mine.
Until you no longer need me as much as you do
I'll be here and help you grow, learn and discover everything thats so new.
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