Mother dearest, how soft your skin, how golden your hair. How blue your eyes, how rosy your lips. Apron strings and home cooked meals. A feast for the eyes, a fire for the soul. She[…]
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Mother dearest, how soft your skin, how golden your hair. How blue your eyes, how rosy your lips. Apron strings and home cooked meals. A feast for the eyes, a fire for the soul. She[…]