May comes quietly at her feet with roses and irises
Orange scented stationary with crayon scrawled poetry
Tiny fingers tickling at her cheeks, and bony knees in her side
Hugs and homemade breakfast are as good as beautiful sunset
Every kiss, a blossom upon her cheek
Remembering her greatest moments are defined within motherhood

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