The palm on your fevered brow, the soft kisses when you need them most,
the grip that steadies you on rocky roads,
the hand that feeds and nurtures you,
the voice that tells you that you are loved,
the shadow that walks beside you unconditional and enduring,
a mothers love.
Sunita Sharma
Sunita Sharma
This rose is called a Mother's Love, it is from a plant that was given to me after Ryan's accident...
roses from this plant were on his coffin and now 6 months later it is flowering again.
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