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Brizhae

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since April 2013
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The gift of a mom

July 16, 2013

Hand in Hand

you guided me

Step by Step

you helped me

Little by Little

you taught me

I am a product of you

You made me who I am

You loved e

You cared

You were always there

The nine months

The eighteen years

The aches pains and tears

Yet you did it for me

And all other children

Yours or not

Mothers are Gods gifts

Unlike no other

Their love unconditional

Their purpose so unique

Angels in disguise

From the halo in their smile

To the light in their heart

To the arms we call wings

And the kisses we call life

The small things we recieve

The gift of a mom

Is the best living  thing

 

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