Touching her skin so wrinkled thin and hair as pure as cotton top, if I could purchase a second of your time, no matter the price i'd shop. Writing a letter you'll never receive, as you watch apply to pad, as I catch a smile shining down, a love so ironclad.
You helped raise this godly man, instilled from day one, being one of many children, but treated like a son. As I write another letter you'll never receive, as you walk the golden streets, hope to follow in your steps, a position by God you seat.
As in image of watching my mother change, carrying a sheltered love from you, wishing everyone could feel that love, if they only had a clue. Again here with a letter you'll never receive, so glad you rubbed off on me, no comparison to that love, if so, all the sand at sea.
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