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Warmth in her smile Sparkle in her dark eyes Ebony hair, is her veil. Her bronze skin...like Mayan Goddess Traces of my heritage, Image of my past. Her voice soft and penetrating, As she spoke of love Dreams Memories In her strong will, her way of love I see, her father who lives in her memories Forever more. Pain hides from her, as she smiles Through life, showing others That no matter what, you can still laugh. For a time she lived within me; Time, passed like strong winds, Taking with it, my precious baby Leaving behind a beautiful maiden. Rose of my garden, Rejoiced of my heart As she said-- Mom I love you. |
