My mum is beautiful.
The beauty of a chrysanthemum.
The passion of carnations.
A beauty exceeding the rose.
A hundred roses, the rose of roses.
They have a rosy heart for her children.
They have a pair of compassionate eyes fixed on them
through out their lives.
I miss you Mum
been thinking..
not yet done thinking..
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