The World’s Gifts Poem by Stacey Stevens

The World’s Gifts



They bloom all seasons
They smell like spring
They are bright
They are given as gifts
They remind me of all moms
What are they you ask?
They are women.

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Stacey Stevens

Stacey Stevens

Chula Vista, San Diego
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