My love

by Koshelle

October 20, 2017

I see you across the room.

I smell you half way across the room.

And when I’m one inch away from you,

I knew then and only then,

Mom is home.

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KoshelleOct 20, 2017

<p>My mom cooks the best food. It wakes me up the second I smell it. My love for her is limitless. It can’t be measured, it can’t be compared nor it can’t be explained. I love my mom.</p>