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A strip of light peers into my eyelids, i hear my name being called several times by a sweet voice. A kiss gently lands on my cheek...
I see my mother waiting for me





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Purple cupcake101 said...
Jul. 25, 2011 at 11:32 pm
Hosako I think your poems are full of meaning and thought keep writing - Abby
 
La Bastide said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 8:17 am
Nice, lovely ode to a mother,
 
Paro said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 7:05 am
Capucine darling, this is so sweet. I can imagine and feel this. Lots of love and hugs
 
Bobby said...
Jun. 22, 2011 at 6:32 am
I can feel the morning hours.
 
gh dfg sdfg sd said...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 6:28 am
i like it BUT NOT love it keep up the good work if u keep on writtin u will be superb!!
 
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