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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My mother is beautiful she looks so vibrant... she is just like a 30 something mom but looking more like 20 and I am so proud of her. Walking on this earth with her head held high, hard ships may come but she will still be floating on wonderful bubbles. She deserves the world, and I think that all the men who know her want to take her there. I tell her to take it slow, she tells me she is never searching for love... that love merely finds her. This is my mother raised in a traumatic family... nothing came easy and even the good things were squeezed to the last drop. My mother grew up in a home of an alcoholic and though she had struggles she never slipped on the rain. I am so great full and am so emotionally stable because my mother had a good head on her shoulders and she never let me fall without leaning. I was her last child and as she raised me my life was filled with more love than anyone could buy for their wife at Tiffany's. I was spoiled and left to roam free but filled with wisdom. She never kept secrets from me unless she thought my little ears couldn't handle them. And even though some nights were hard I say mama your blossoming with age and I picked up a photo and laughed. I was turning into a little daisy myself and I was proud to be compared to her.
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