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Welcome to kd's blog!
10 May 2008 11:12 AM
When I was a child Momma's hands were soft and warm
Her voice quiet
Like butterfly wings carressing my soul
Both soothing me like a summer storm.
Those hands that did so much
Never to complain
Always reaching out to those
Who needed her gentle touch.
Sometimes I feel her here with me
When all of life's problems are too much
I think of her comforting words
I am then set free.
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