When I asked my mother
What she sees when she looks at me,
She fondly replied: “My girl!”
Warmth filled my heart.
With those worthy words,
Such a visceral response received.
Is that what truth and joy feel like?
~ Love ~
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:55 PM UTC
When I asked my mother
What she sees when she looks at me,
She fondly replied: “My girl!”
Warmth filled my heart.
With those worthy words,
Such a visceral response received.
Is that what truth and joy feel like?
~ Love ~
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