Mother
Dearest Mother, how shall I compare thee?
Surely one cannot!
Thy love, sweet, comforting,
Like angels bringing peace, in thy realms
Mother, dear mother
Love as warm as thy summer's rays
Great comfort, in the cold days
Unbroken, unmatched. When one forgets, they suffer.
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Poetry for the Lost
Poetryjust a poetry collection with original compositions and personal favorites
