She made your soft, brown, tousled hair
She made your long, delicate fingers
Your eyes tell a story only she and you know
She gave you life
Your rosey, plump cheeks were first kissed by her
She made your funny big toes and skinny feet
She made your eyes disappear when you smile
My life was never the same because of her
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She made me a Mom
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| Photo by Jen Lebo |
Our Mother's Day is shared with another: One that is held in our hearts and one that holds you in her arms.
"A
child born to another woman calls me Mom. The depth of the tragedy and
magnitude of the privilege are not lost on me."
- Joy Landers.
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