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Every parent Grandparent every one who is tending to a child is a Gardener and the child a precious sapling MY SAPLING I am your loving guardian, your Gardener; Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were. And you of course , my most precious sapling are. See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far. Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey. Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny. Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed. I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs. May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too. May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you. Your Gardener, your Ma Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
MY SAPLING
Every parent Grandparent every one who is tending to a child is a Gardener and the child a precious sapling MY SAPLING I am your loving guardian, your Gardener; Who awaits to see a sapling bloom, as if a baby it were. And you of course , my most precious sapling are. See you I wish to, blossom, bloom n spread your branches far. Tender, loving you are, sweet as sugar or honey. Sometimes giggling, crying, angry or even funny. Everything is a game, be it sleep, studies or time for feed. I your gardener painstakingly will tend to all your needs. May you blossom to be a great Parsi, n an Indian great too. May Ahura always shower His choicest blessings upon you. Your Gardener, your Ma Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
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