A Poem for Mom
If sorrow were a blanket,I'd never be cold.
If tears were a fountain of youth,
I'd never get old.
If thoughts of you were water,
I'd make myself a sea.
If my prayers could be answered,
You'd be right here with me.
Musings of a Mom (of kid and dog), Marketer, Pop Culture Enthusiast, Amateur Baker, Pop Culture and Food Fan
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