Scott Stanley Davis
My mother has a nickname, and unlike many others its uncluttered and as smooth as butter, and as I say this in a poetic way, a Lady I was about to say. How do you put into words today, someone who has cared for you in a heavenly way; as she wipes your nose and cleaned burp off your clothes: She thought me how to walk and how to talk, and then to even put on a sock: She disallowed food as I bowed, to get it off the ground, I thought I just found. Everyone has nice things to say, to Lady as she passes there way, an encouraging word today she would say, and if you were into trouble she would stop by your way, to help even if just to say hooray; she gave all her life and could empathise with your plight. they define lady this way, a woman who is refined, polite and well spoken and that was her way: My father called her Lady and so did all her friends and her and her mother were the very best of friends..
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