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May 2018
Ana, what a beautiful name.
It means lovely, it means perfect.
She and her warming hands hug me, when I'm in despair.
Her eyes, like honey, bring in the gentleness of her soul.
Her hair, brown and powerful.
Her nose knows best.
Her spirit is always positive.
She shines, she blooms.
She makes my day brighter,
She lightens everyone's spirit.
I know you're probably not going to read this mom, But I'm truly grateful.
I love you!
Dedicated to my mom.
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