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Sep 2017
Mom
One thousand times a day.

Screamed. Cried. Queried. Said. In Love. In anger. In fear. In question. In need.
Mom.

She who should know, does know, will go and find out. Mom.

Often tired, never too, will do, worn through, I've got you. Mom.

Worries about things great and small, will they grow feirce? Will they grow tall? Mom.

Lets them fly. Keeps an eye. Stays close by. Hears their cry. Mom.

Feels them first. Helps them nurse. Takes their worst. Mom.

She who watches them grow. And she knows one day they'll go. Mom.
Written for my girlfriend.
Jeffrey Ford
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Jeffrey Ford  54/M/South Cakalaky
(54/M/South Cakalaky)   
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