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Her hair is grey She's getting old. She'll love me for always I am told, She's here for me to love and cherish. And my love for her will never parish. At times, when I am bad, I look into her eyes- so sad, and see the tears that I have brought. How could I, after all that she's taught? Someday I know that I will learn to banish all those tears that burn. For will there be another, as my own sweet loving mother? I love you! 1986 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Forever Grateful; To My Mother~
Her hair is grey She's getting old. She'll love me for always I am told, She's here for me to love and cherish. And my love for her will never parish. At times, when I am bad, I look into her eyes- so sad, and see the tears that I have brought. How could I, after all that she's taught? Someday I know that I will learn to banish all those tears that burn. For will there be another, as my own sweet loving mother? I love you! 1986 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
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