8 LIES OF A MOTHER –
This story begins when I was a child: I was born
poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever
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Ever so beautiful was your incredible tribute to your mother. I felt every emotion you spilled of your soul. I invite you to read my poem, In My Mother's Hand. Nothing quite comparable to the roots a mother provides, turning then, to wings, allowing us freedom to fly. Bravo.... and may she continue to guide your every step. PEACE
I'm a mother and I enjoyed reading your prose tribute to your mother.