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A Mother's Love
A mother's love starts with a babe's debut
That flickers like a flame against the night,
A snapshot of a heart that beats in you
A life that you will guide towards the light.
Such tiny movements felt, though often slight,
The whispered echoes of a life; brand new,
Each flutter seeks to bring its own delight
A mother's love starts with a babe's debut.
And so the love expands with every ...
Monday 11th April 2016 8:53 pm
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