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A Mother is like a well watered garden
whose roots are steeped deep in care as she looks into her children's face sprouts of commitment are always there. As the sprouts began to bloom in love she feeds and nourishes them to grow teaching her children about God and life then petals soon start to show. With each petal of encouragement the colors get vibrant so they don't fade building up her children's self esteem adding fragrance to the way they are made. Blooming a full garden of love then character each blossom she gave producing the most beautiful flowers a bouquet her children can always save. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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