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MOTHER LOVE
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
My humane upbringing,
Sits in your curved hands,
Your lowly laps caresses me,
As I sit watching the stars.
The scenty oil that drips,...
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
My humane upbringing,
Sits in your curved hands,
Your lowly laps caresses me,
As I sit watching the stars.
The scenty oil that drips,...
