Blossom
Created with love and happyness, a child grows.
Like the smile upon my face.
The Mother in which she rests and dreams, is the light, and warmth to all around
her.
How can one not blossom to splender under such a woman as she.
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2007
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