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Nov 2023
Up at night
Up at day, always there in our corner.
Put through so much.
Made sure we saw the glory of church.

Tire constantly.
And a majority of us can state with truth, she loves us.
Even, when we cause her so much trouble.

But many stood by us as we face so many obstacles.

You know her.
I know her.
You know her because she loved us.

Regrets, we have a lot.
More than a few.
When it is dealing with the love of a mother.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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