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My Heart and Soul

I was been told being a mom was hard and its true no doubt but my children are three things I wouldn't be able to live without They are my very own gifts sent from above that I can hold tight each day and give them all my love they one day may say they hate me and I can't say I wont care but I know deep in their heart they know I'll always be there I may get stressed out sometimes and I may break down and cry but all I have to do is think about how happy I am and they are the season why I don't care if they're two or thirty its my job to keep them safe from harm it's my job to wipe away their tears and wrap them in my arms so warm I hope when they are grown and I'm sent to heaven above that they know how happy they made me and how much they were loved

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