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Dear Mum

https://youtu.be/85gbRo3bfyQ https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/dear-mum-new Oh how my mum is special to me, not only because she prepares my tea The way she sings so happily, she’s who I’d like to grow to be She’s so sincere a heart of gold, with loving care her arms unfold Yet longing for those days of old, new-born gift that she did hold A soft whisper, a gentle tone, with her love I’m not alone On days away the first to phone, that loving place I call my home Such gentle strokes to comb my hair, she’s attentive and so fair Her sheer presence, no house bare, the day’s she’s helped with clothes to wear The wonder of her thoughtful gaze, the hope she kept a child to raise Seasons new, a cherished phase, contained in her humble ways Wrapped in warmth just like a glove, watching over from above She glides across just like a dove, that ever special kind of love Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 7/2/2017 12:09:00 PM
This is so endearing, Geraldine! I do believe your dove turned into a glove by mistake, however! Easily fixed! Well done
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