When it comes to a Mommy
You're all a child needs,
And to show my love...
I've given you seeds.
With a pot that I've painted,
And soil we've laid,
For you and just you
This present I've made.
With these seeds,
A flower will grow
But it will never compare,
To the love that you show!
Written by: Amar Ruparell
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