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How my sister made herself my mother?
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The tastes of my adulthood,
Cooked by the hands of your grace,
The visions of my livelihood,
Hatched from vibes of your memory trace,
You filled every...
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The tastes of my adulthood,
Cooked by the hands of your grace,
The visions of my livelihood,
Hatched from vibes of your memory trace,
You filled every...
