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Looking back, I know you had a bad
life, I understand the pain you endured
as a child, I know that now and feel
badly that before we couldnt have
reached this platu with one another
Seeing your smile, always reasured
me that all was right, watching you
dress, with your pretty clothes and
with the beautifull matching underwear
with lace and soft satin all with
beautifull aroma of your lingere drawer's
sachet, still registures in my mind
Tweed Cologne, with Channel No.5
each of them remind me of you and
how pretty you were to me when you
had your makeup on and all dressed
to go out with Daddy
I sit here holding your hand, and
can recall like yesterday the aroma
of your baked apple pies
Mother, please know, you did the very
best with what you had, I know that
now as an adult and know you will be
leaving soon, but before you go
please know that I love you.......
Bonnie Collins
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