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A mother for her childrenNot only did I tell you your my world;you use to sit on my lap that is true;you were only one or two;I use to tell you you are my waterdrop;my sunshine;my snowflack;my morning dew;my watersprout too.Today you are ;the sweetness on my tongue;the morning breeze;the air that I breath;my heart beat;the light in my life too.Yesterday I told you;you are an extention of me;the blood that rans through my vains;rans through yours too.My reason for living.Something you never knew;is how much I enjoy to hold your hand;and whenever I do I am aware of the softness of your flesh;it would remind me of your innocents;I still do today;I still do the same.Your face one of angels above;those big eyes in which I swear I see waterpuddles and lights twinkle;if I were able to find the words I would have told you;how beautiful you are.At this stage of your life;just a beautiful sprout;innocent and wild;a flower from my garden.
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