Blowing In the Breeze
A child is born and placed into his mother's arms.
She looks into his eyes
and promises to keep him from lifes harms.
If life was fair,
maybe that promise would have come true.
Life must run it's own course;
she did all she could do.
I think of my mother often
and I still cry from time to time.
Mother's Day is like a emotional chime.
I still talk to her at night as I kneel upon my knees.
When the wind is blowing I feel her all around me
as the trees dance with the breeze.
All of these feelings tell me she is helping me recover.
I forgive her- my lovely mother.
So I will talk to her again tonight
as I kneel upon my knees,
I hope she never forgets to touch me
as she's blowing in the breeze.
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