With Plenty of Thought.
When we speak you lift my heart
It flies from my chest like a bird taking to the sky.
I let your colorfull words paint the walls of my mind
So that i may never forget your wisdom and suffering.
Your lessons flow through my blood
And your advice echoes forever in the halls of my soul.
You are in every sense of the word
My mother.
Copyright © Joe Boshears | Year Posted 2010
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