My Mother
When I was a young child, inner fears
made me cling to Mother
with a colossal
grip,
I loved my Mother plenty, I cried as
I ran chasing after her, my
sweat would
drip.
Lost and afraid when I was left to
learn, emotions were
driven to fear
school.
If I could do it again, I would softly
yearn for my Mom and
not act such a
fool.
Yorktown Disciple
When I was a young child, inner fears
made me cling to Mother
with a colossal
grip,
I loved my Mother plenty, I cried as
I ran chasing after her, my
sweat would
drip.
Lost and afraid when I was left to
learn, emotions were
driven to fear
school.
If I could do it again, I would softly
yearn for my Mom and
not act such a
fool.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11263
I
loved
my
Mother
plenty
loved
my
Mother
plenty
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