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 © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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