MY GIFT

Holding me close to your bosom
You brought me into the light
Turning the glass and showing the prism
A constant force saying it will be alright.

I'm moving on cause you set me free
Overlooking the past offences
And to everything I agree
Carefully bringing me back to my senses.

I see the things you have accomplished
Forgiving offenses of others willingly
Holding fast to your faith as promised
And to love others unconditionally.

Bringing everything from chaos to order
You shape my perception and views
If I were to select a mother
You would always be the one I'd choose!















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