Mother's Day in the Big Apple.
While drinking Snapple under an
apple tree.It sort of made me
cry.It sort of made me sigh!
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son,over a lifetime.
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son,in general.Since the
Big Apple has plenty of moms to
speak of.It would be wise to mention
our dads aswell.A dedication by mail.
By sending them a card,from the Big
Apple Farm..And never forgetting we
were sons..
Mother's Day Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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