Genevieve Stone Poems

A mother's touch is good and pure
Unique, tender and everlasting
When i'm sad you are my instant cure
And when im not with you its like a sharp sting
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I jolt up in bed and shout my call
Someone's coming down the hall
mother gets up, pan in hand
quick to make some sort of stand
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In the heart of a forest so dense
with the magnificent flow of a waterfall
Lay a child so scared and tense
Listening for that fatal call
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