Mother, soft and gentle, she speaks and moves in a golden aura of love. She never underestimates my wisdom and never doubts that I have something to say. She listens to my never-ending phrases as if they were oxygen, and her ears were taking deep breaths unending. She taught me the meaning of love etched in her hugs and kisses upon my forehead each night. For that...I love her. Father, tall and strong, he stands. His face shows the knowledgs he holds and crows feet mark the smiles everlasting. He never underestimates my beauty and never doubts that I hold a pretty face. I cannot count the times he's made me smile, or reassured me that I am okay. He beams with pride for all his "lovely daughters" and shows us all with hugs that will abound... beyone this earth and the lives we lead thereafter... his memory will be etched beyond my grave. They taught me the meaning of love and the necessity it holds. And for that I am forever thankful for my love teachers... sent from above... abounding with their love.
Reason for writing:
For "mommy" and "daddy"...
Birth sign: Aries
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