#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
I'm miss your hugs and kisses
the way you checked on me
all the time even when you were playing
my boy you had momma round your fingers always as most sons do
You've always been my Hero and now an angel to my son I miss you since God has called you home
your brother bought me on mother's day the best gift I could ever have gotten it is both...