My mother, my first love,
The one who lifted me up,
Who held me close and whispered,
"You're enough."
Her love is a constant,
A source of warmth and light,
It guides me through the darkness,
And makes everything feel right.
She's always been there for me,
No matter where I roam,
Her love is the rock I stand on,
The place I call home.
A mother's love is like a shining star,
A beacon in the night.
It's a love that is pure and bright,
A love that is always in sight.
So here's to you, dear mother,
My love for you will never fade,
You are the first and greatest love
That I have ever made.
About the Creator
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Fiction
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