Being a mother to you
Is being a mother to me.
And that little girl is
so thankful for you.
When I kiss your cheeks,
When I hold you in the middle of the night.
When I dry your tears,
When I make you laugh,
When I watch you at the playground,
When I hold your hand,
That little girl heals more than anything else that's tried to heal her.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 6:31 PM UTC
Being a mother to you
Is being a mother to me.
And that little girl is
so thankful for you.
When I kiss your cheeks,
When I hold you in the middle of the night.
When I dry your tears,
When I make you laugh,
When I watch you at the playground,
When I hold your hand,
That little girl heals more than anything else that's tried to heal her.
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