My sweet Mom

2003 poems

When I look at your face every morning
I think to myself, why I was put on this earth.
And where I got my good looks from.
When I am with my Mom
I always like to bond with her.
When I am here
You are always there for me.
When I have a issue
You are always there to help me.

(c)Cherisse Powers


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