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My mother is a rose She blossoms and she grows The garden in her heart Once hardened, torn apart How kind is she The her in me The Mom I need Maybe I will never understand But I love my mother’s gentle hand Guiding life’s meandering roads Only she knows, there she goes How kind is she, the her in me The Mom I need, I love and see
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Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 4:49 AM UTC
The Her in Me
My mother is a rose She blossoms and she grows The garden in her heart Once hardened, torn apart How kind is she The her in me The Mom I need Maybe I will never understand But I love my mother’s gentle hand Guiding life’s meandering roads Only she knows, there she goes How kind is she, the her in me The Mom I need, I love and see
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Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 4:49 AM UTC
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