Friday, June 4, 2004
Memories of my Mother
A comfortable lap to sit on A warm embrace Soft hands to stroke my forehead When I was sick. Curling up next to her As she read to me Stories of princesses, Tales of fantasy. Luscious aromas from The kitchen where she cooked Mostly Russian meals, Desserts, cookies and cakes. Hands dirty with soil...
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