Glory, Glory

Living without mommy- and then it happened. The fear, the sorrow and the ultimate in never mores- Square in the face, the pain sits quivering. Hey, mom I published a book. Every word had you center stage. I read it aloud to you, as you were the only face starring back at me in the dark. Yes, I hear you now. Wow, really? thank you mamala. My everything!

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