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Endearing

By her grave as I wipe away my tears,
my mind travels back through the years.
Back to days when I was a tiny child.
and my Mother's hands seem oh so mild.

Back to when she would hold me in her lap,
and softly sing while I took a long nap.
Back to the days when I knew no harm,
when she'd hold me in her loving arms.
When the day end, "Goodnight," she softly said,
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