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My Mother’s Eyes

The look in my mother’s eyes, as I hug her goodbye at the airport, is tender, gentle and kind.
With a look she gives me her heartfelt joy, for the times we laughed and cried together.
We then ponder the next time we will look into each other’s eyes.

My Mother’s Eyes

The look in my mother’s eyes, as I hug her goodbye at the airport, is tender, gentle and kind.
With a look she gives me her heartfelt joy, for the times we laughed and cried together.
We then ponder the next time we will look into each other’s eyes.

Deborah Williams, 50

Seattle

 
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