TO MY DEAREST MOM By: kosoko Damilola

I really mean it when I say I love you so much
Any pain and trouble that will make us apart,I'll never pray for such
I can spend eternity to share your caring tales with my children's children
I'm a mere inscription
My mom is the crayon

No one can ever be so perfect to be all favorable colour
But I'll always and forever need you mom to complete a loving picture
You truly know how to live life without growing old
Because you are always their for me to always lean on
You give of yourself;not just to family and friends,but to everyone
You always touch my heart without knowing it
You stood still to love me still,even when life gives a heat

I love the way you give your love
You truly understand what it means to really love
You show me love by giving it from your own unprotected heart
You've given me in many ways that can only be seen by the heart.

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