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Mothers

When our mothers die we cry and cry, something in us die for you know not why our mothers have to die, all alone with no mother in our home.

Tear, after tear when our mothers died our feelings change for there is no mother so we feel that fear as if we can’t go any further because there is no one like our mother, that mothers love that remains in our brain.

Time it takes to retain our mines, stop the weeping, and understand our mothers are in a better home.

God called our mothers to a wonderful home and gave us an angle to watch over us, as we roam away from home.


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by James Brown
James Brown
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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