A Mother's Love
Her gentle touch, words left unspoken, a mother's love is never broken. Inside her womb, a beating heart, began and bloomed, you got your start. Witness to you, as you drew a first breath, she is ever present, not severed by death. Her influence on your life, those things she taught, will always be there in memory and thought. Although her spirit had to depart, her love will always live on, with
in your heart.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2020
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