Mama
with gnarled fingers you fix a bow
gently touch a little nose
hold her tight a second more
before she's running out the door
reading stories till it's late
worrying about her very first date
thinking back when she was small
seeing notches on the wall
a mother's love with all you do
this was once all done for you
close your eyes when all is safe
worry lines that won't erase
no longer can I touch your face
gone for good your warm embrace
I would like just one more time
to feel the love that once was mine
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