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Honeysuckle vines smell not sweeter than you, my mother~
No love truer anywhere in the world, dear mother~
When of naught I had to worry~
And many time I think back to those dearest times~
But a special angel went to heavenly beauty~
~© Miskitti~
A rose hath not the dearness of your heart...
A daisy hath not the purity or delicate beauty,
Of which you are a special part!
Sincerity that easily cannot be found...
But when you pressed me to your breast, my special mother,
All these glorious qualities did abound!
When you shielded me from all that was unkind...
When you protected me as like an angel,
The problems of the world were not mine!
When for me, you easily shed a tear...
How many times, special mother of mine,
I hoped and prayed you were near!
A one so lovely like no other...
Filled with beauty so sublime in her heart,
Oh, yea, it was my special mother!
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