My Dearest

 

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My Dearest
Written: Maxima
Leave flowers,
And tears for you
My dearest
My dear mother,
My dear father
My mother, always on the move
Tiny hands in hers.
Four-hungry mouths fed
Father! says:
We have a solid crop.
Milling…new footwear.
Already … the day
You did it, my son
I had the opportunity
But … left their mark
The gust of wind which carries
For those who do not know
To be always there within reach
of a gentle touch.
How wonderful it would be to
see you face and touch your hair.
The sight of face

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