Sonnet #21

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Nine months she cradled me in her warm womb

She let me out into the world too soon

But stood by my side every waking day

The miracles she weaved into my way

Nature has blessed her with a tender heart

It poured me love and care from the day's start

No time nor love could repay her the wealth

She sprinkled over me beyond her health

A warrior every day and knight at night

It's through her hopeful gaze I saw the light

Her mother did no wrong, she called her 'dreams'

'Cause that's the way God made her make it seems

No poetry nor verse could half explain

The admiration given to her name

-To mom <3


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