Sacrifice, love and
All of life’s good. Bringing home food, water and wood. Heralding light with the wood of hope And the oil of dreams Basing the foundation of my life house On her strong belief beams. Starved so I could eat, Stayed awake so I could sleep, Played with me so I didn’t weep, She is the priciest possession I keep. Life’s too fast and time passes on Little do we realize why we are where and where we belong. Spent life searching for angels And, now that I’ve come home. Haven’t seen an angel, but I sure have seen mom.
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