The Poetry of RenSpur: I REMEMBER, MOMMA

I REMEMBER, MOMMA I remember, Momma, you held me through the night, or rocked my wooden cradle, oft until daylight. I remember, Momma, your warm, tender touch, how you cared for me, with love so very much. I remember, Momma, a beautiful, lovely sight, your golden, flowing hair, before the window,... Sign in to see full entry.