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My Dear Mother

There is no other like my dear mother. She was there when I laughed or cried. And she was there when my infant son had died. She was there if I was happy or sad. And still loved me whether I was good or bad. Now that she's gone, she has left her middle name for me to carry on. To me, it's just a simple reminder, that there is no other like my dear mother.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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