I need not say anymore,
than what it is 31..
a year older than Tammy..my daughter..
just what the heck are ya'll tryin to tell us mothers..
were getting old..yeah ..right..i got something for that
older business,
take it bac a ways ..the feel
of cotton, the comfort of ur life..
the smooth feelings of keeping u warm on a
cold winter's night,
aches and pains from the flu ..nothing a hot boil
of chicken soup
wouldn't cure..all that is love,
joy and harmony..
betta think how t's gonna be,,coz when ur older,.
.yours will scatter in the wilderness
..leave, pretend their senile, act like they forget
to meantion..
oh yeah ..
mom..gotta see her today...
but..busy, claims years..ur left out of theres...
love the mid..cherish it...
when old reminds them..ur not..never forget...
were always a
lil behind the times..but in front of love ..
standing..tall..
young in heart..have a nice day
..loveya..Godchild...
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