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For Mom
To hear my mother’s song again,
And rocked a-bye from the cradle
To reach up and touch her hair
Hugged by the angel of my life.
When it was only myself and her
to spend my childhood days
Made the golden memories
that I shall never trade
Sunrises and sunsets
walking through the parks
And rocked a-bye from the cradle
To reach up and touch her hair
Hugged by the angel of my life.
When it was only myself and her
to spend my childhood days
Made the golden memories
that I shall never trade
Sunrises and sunsets
walking through the parks
Published 16th Sep 2021
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