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A MOTHER’S LOVE

I will never know your hair colour

Or if your eyes were brown or blue

I will never hear your laughter

Or see you do things children do.

All I had were fleeting moments

But in those moments my love just grew.

For it was a mother’s love

That will remain forever,

My love for you my child

Whom I never knew.

© Christine Field-Davies

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