Mother
Once in life the woman wasThat cares for her sons
BUT is it to regret that
She never enjoyed the fruit
Of her labour.....
Be it as it may
Lots to say but
Mouth rejects
To outter in
Disregard....
I solomely
Beg th man
Above of her
Gentle soul
To rest in perfect
PEACE.......AMEN.
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