A mommy,
It’s a golden heart
Wrapped in pretty pink
The very smell
Of security…
Always unique
One of a kind,
Irreplaceable.
A mommy
Is the lighthouse
You seek for
When the darkness
Chokes you.
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Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a pretty daisy-looking pink flower…
Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Mother
Cyranny's Cove 
No matter how old you get, mommy is always going to be mommy
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Oh yes, indeed. A mommy’s love never grows old… And thank God it doesn’t 🙂
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I love this poem.
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂 I have the most loving mom, and in this special day, I feel for those who don’t relate to this short piece.
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You’re welcome! You’re lucky.
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I am aware of it, and I cherish the time I have with her 🙂
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😍😻
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