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Jun 2014
My hands were little
Where yours where not
Tipped in cherry red satin
Flowers seemed to follow your footsteps
"Hold ya!"
My arms stretched high above your knees
For love
I grew up knowing that comfort
Every tear. Every heartbreak.
Soothed by your whispers
Calmed against the cradle of your heart
When the time comes
For you toΒ Β ease into the shadows
Know that these arms will be there
*As your's have always been before
I have been blessed with an amazing mother. So very thankful. She will always have a place in my home and in my heart no matter what the future brings. Keep your family with you!!! Not in a nursing home!
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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