Mother
Love in its purest form
Pain in the deepest wounds
when your family goes
astray you are not well.
time will heal most wounds
except when left by your
child/grandchild that you
have nurtured and cuddled
since birth and loved with
the deepest love you know
how to bestow.
Pray, pray pray and
know it is not to your blame.
I love you Mom!
For Sara Kendrick
thanks for all you do and did through the years, thanks for giving up your piece of cake and
hoe cake cornbread.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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