God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
It Ties Us.
It's why we watch our favorite movie over and over.
It's why we keep making wishes on four leaf clovers.
It's why a doe hides her fawn.
It's why we lie awake next to a sick child through the wee hours of dawn.
It's why we can't put down that book.
It's why grandmas still cook.
It's why children dream.
It's why we are in awe of sunbeams.
It's why we go home.
It's why we're never alone.
It's why we have scars.
It's why we are.
It ties us…
It ties us to…
It ties us to one…
It ties us together.
Love. It ties us.
It's why we keep making wishes on four leaf clovers.
It's why a doe hides her fawn.
It's why we lie awake next to a sick child through the wee hours of dawn.
It's why we can't put down that book.
It's why grandmas still cook.
It's why children dream.
It's why we are in awe of sunbeams.
It's why we go home.
It's why we're never alone.
It's why we have scars.
It's why we are.
It ties us…
It ties us to…
It ties us to one…
It ties us together.
Love. It ties us.
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It Ties Us.
It Ties Us.
