I love you Alice
I say
I stroke her hair
Hold her hand
The sun is shining
Mother will come
The birds will sing
The sky will turn blue
I bite my nails
All that glitters
Is not gold
Busy hands
Make work for the devil
My other mothers
Love me
That is enough
We breathe
Sink into our dreams.
"My other mothers love me." It is good life gives us other mothers - and other daughters - to love. Smiles.
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