My Gift
most near to me , most dear to me , most loved and most far to me ......
my mother , is a wonderful woman , gentle , yet strong .....
in many ways she lets me know that i belong . she is patient when i am being
goofy and irresponable . she offers her guidance and makes u feel like u can do
anything in this world. her gift of being herself and her unconditional love
pores out and just wraps you up .she is dependable a source of comfort .
she is my cushion when i fall , and my number one supporter when i set sail and
spread my wings to fly. my gift is unique , no one like her . she wears many coats
of colors and she sees the world in color too because it is a gift to have
beautiful things in your life... so my gift brings light into my life and lets
me shines as bright or as beam . because colors are delightful , warm and
beautifully . just like my gift , my mom ..
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