The Last Dance of a Mother

September 18, 2012
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A mother dances with her son every night,
from birth until the last night.
As they sway left to right,
his body remains uptight.
She relaxes his strain,
as he over works his brain.
She breathes in to his face,
to help his pace.
His heart races,
as the tears roll off their faces.
She lets out a large yelp,

as her sons eyes close as a well .





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