Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Me ...... The Mosaic

Sometimes I think
All I am is a Mother
My growing girl and my little angel
To be my only bother

But that’s only half me
There are other things contained in my heart
My dreams, my hopes, my ambition
Each of them, of me is a part

Fused in me, they are not separate

Together they make, me the mosaic.

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