My Dear Mother
My Dear Mother
You planted five seedlings in your garden row
Cultivating each blossoms through highs and lows
As seasons pass the trees fill of your loving bestow
A glowing testament of how you shaped us to grow
4/12/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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