Who fed me from her gentle breast and hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.
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Abbeydoo Joined: Dec-09-2010 |
From those who loved her to all who knew her, she was one in a million. We may not see her anymore, but she is always with us; when we laugh really hard and almost pee, or find a hershey kiss in the bottom of our purse; she reminds us to live, to laugh and to love.
