Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

Mothers Day


TO ALL MOTHERS
rach and every day has been a battle from your birth and you have survived more than most of us can say, but we love you yesterday, tommorow, and today. for some the nine months have been painful and for some much easier, but you all share the same thing which is bringing life into this world and loving them with all your heart and soul, and that dear ladies is a wonder to behold.
enjoy this day - if not for yourself then for your mother and your children who love you even if it only in a corner of their heart.
GODS LOVE AND PEACE BE WITH YOU.

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014

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