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Sep 16
A voice speaks
Mother to Son
The words “I am Sorry”
Never raised
No praise
Bitterness once set in
Released and it was a new begin
Death had surrounded me
Blessing of living for all to see
I told the Lord I don’t have Mother love
The Lord responded just respect
The whisper was loud and clear
My heart and soul reunited
Connection to Faith
A Mother forgiven
Peace within
Solid as a Rock
All is well
Personal tell
Mother and Son Soulful thought
Wisdom mounts
Moments counts
Praying strength
The Lord knows
Forgiven now and forever more.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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