My Mom

My mom writes me
                          Which makes me happy
                          We live two hours away
                          But always have a lot to say
                          I see her now and then
                          And hate to see it come to a end
                         She's getting older
                         And more bolder
                         I miss her a lot
                        And she'll never be forgot
                        My mom is great
                        Which is not late
                        I love you mom
                        As each day is calm
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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