How come when I look at the stars and think of you, I think you are brigther.
The sun shines radiantly yet still loses when you smile, Mommy.
Leaves fall and seasons change but not your beauty.
Your kisses are the touch of the sky, your warm hugs are home to me.
Your love doesn't end, it doesn't run dry.
Your eyes tell tales and your lips speak life.
On sunny and rainy days, storms or subtle rains, through joy and pain you remain.
If I had to live another lifetime, please be my Mom again.
©reistar
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