When I was a little boy
Sitting on your lap, playing with a toy
You were my guardian angel, Mom
Ye, whispering your words of wisdom
To use as I get older
Whilst, I sit here and wonder
Just thought I'd say
I love you, much more today
Than yesterday
Want to remember thee
As a beautiful shining angel face
E·pit·o·me of endearing grace
© daniel miltz
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