When I come
my brains
become dumb
come mommy
where are thee
in the wild
wilderness
looking out for me
Wait
I may soon becoming
NUDELY
so you can recognize me
easily
longingly
me
your then small
sonny
now wow me
mommy will ye
I'm coming
gleefully
mommyyeeeeeeeeeeeee
The oldest of our memories is always from Mom- No matter how old one may grow, he still carries the memory of Mom because there is no equal to a Mom's love.
Mom seeks the scent of a child Child seeks the scent of Mom Child hides under the table Mom seeks to feed edible all between mom and child it's a bond of nature not
Merry Christmas 2020...the most uniquest and memorable Christmas. Heavenly mom's recognise their sons well.
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This Christmas greetings to your mom in Heaven is so heart warming! Everyone of us will finally be united with the dead ones....! That's what we believe. There, a mother will recognize her children....! So hope your mother will identify you!