#Mother# I open a blue album its dusty and worn out I look at all the pictures Smaal...clear...pure my mind flitting it was full of love I remember all those stories about my life people said I always get spoiled people said my mother always carrying me the beatiful melodies always come from her (mother) Naughty cries from my mouth It will not be her burden soft and pure hands have lifted this body shes willing to give her whole entire body and soul Mother when you are here or not,you will always be in my Heart
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 11:14:53 +0000