To My Mother
To my mother
Mother
You picked me up, when I would fall. You held me tight. When I cried for no reason at all.
Do not be afraid, I am here to pick you up when you fall. And hold you close when you cry for no reason at all.
By: Debra Easterling
Copyright © Debra Easterling | Year Posted 2015
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