through those books When I was just a child And they hold for me everything Of home. They sit in my house now Separated from my roots By thousands of miles, But they’ll always be yours And when I look at them I think of you happy, Alive and full of smiles. TRIBUTE TO A STRONG MOTHER A lady, one day, found herself in a place Where she never thought she would be And lived every day with an inner grace And strength that’s still a mystery to me. She reared her brood with a strong sense of self Shuffling…
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