Words weren't spelled.
Rather, my cry spoke well.
I clap my hands and start cheering;
To let her rock, while stop me tearing.
Her songs feels sweeter than honey.
I start giggling when she calls me bunny.
Infinitive love she pour, like anyone else.
Hard to find a caring angel, like no one else.
A lovely blessing to have a super mother.
Memories get back with no bother.
Can't undo the life;
Childhood is a precious time.
©hana_a
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