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Lostling
Poems
May 10
A poem for my mother
Your guiding hands are always there
To catch me when I fall.
Soft combs through my tangled hair
Hugs, a protective wall.
Your strength's a roaring lioness,
Your heart burning so bright,
Fighting through the crushing stress.
You burn away the night
Happy Mother's Day!
#mother
#day
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Lostling
Visiting my grave
(Visiting my grave)
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