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To my mother
Because I feel that,in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Canfind , among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of"mother",
There fore by that dear name l long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts,where death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother-my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother, of my self, but you
© sravani
The angels, whispering to one another,
Canfind , among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of"mother",
There fore by that dear name l long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts,where death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother-my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother, of my self, but you
© sravani
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