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You are the roof when the rain is crashing.

You are the walls when the wind is strong.

The story of love that never tires,

No matter how many times it's told.

 

I’ll always be the innocent child running.

Back to where I am known.

For a mother’s arms are the only place.

Where a heart is never alone.

Happy Mother’s Day to my greatest home.

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Written by
Ekkoekkobag
24 / M / Philippines
Published
May 10
Lines·Words
9·66
Tags
#home#mothers#day#love
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