In Memory Of Mother
J Joyce Hemsley
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Mother and daughter clinging forever
Liken to the grape that grows on the vine.
Whenever I stood beside her
All confidence was mine.
I well recall the feeling
For dear mother was so kind...
Never ever shall I forget
The way she pleased my mind.
And quite often I heard her say
When we were together, life was fine.
Mother and daughter clinging forever
Liken to the grape that grows on the vine.
Bu şiiri puanla
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