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Oct 2022
I see the way
She cradles you
With arms filled with tender love.

I see the way
She looks at you
With a wealth of
Love and affection flowing naturally.

Autumn, she loves you
Beyond measure.

When she speaks about you,
I can hear the pride in her words
And the excitement that comes
From knowing she is your mother.
r A bentinck
Written by
r A bentinck  45/M/Guyana
   San, Lola Lita and SPT
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