A Mother’s Touch

Her love is a warm and unconditional gift, I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift.  She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye, Her voice is my favorite lullaby.  My heart ached when I had to leave, But I yearn for the phone calls that I will receive.  Gone for college, where I feel alone, I know my mom will always pick up the phone.  Eighteen years later, and I was gone, Her little girl was moving along.  I’m gone in spirit, but I’m present in heart,  Nothing could ever tear her and I apart.  She’s my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye, And both leave me in an inevitable cry.  I love her dearly, her heart and such, I will always adore my mother’s touch. 


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My family
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