Ranae Roberts


A Special Mother

Honeysuckle vines smell not sweeter than you, my mother~
A rose hath not the dearness of your heart...
A daisy hath not the purity or delicate beauty,
Of which you are a special part!

No love truer anywhere in the world, dear mother~
Sincerity that easily cannot be found...
But when you pressed me to your breast, my special mother,
All these glorious qualities did abound!

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