A Mothers Love - Poem by Debbie Kingsmill
I wish we could spend some more time together,
To laugh and to talk about lifes little pleasures.
You were with me when I took my first breath,
mom I was with you when you were laied to rest.
You gave me life and tought me to live,
when you died I had nothing moore to give.
I was in a dark hole almost like the womb,
A hole so dark and deep I was almost consumed.
Then I heard your voice one night in a dream,
You said live child deaths not what it seems.
Your love was all I expected it to be,
a mother's love speaks through eternity.
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