For the person when she prays I know the prayers are true and from the heart, when she says she hates me and act like so I am sure she is pretending and it hurts her more than it hurts me, for the one making me whish I be a little child again so she could hold me and carry me around once again.
For my mama, for the one when I pray I just pray ya rab mama, can never find words or ask for something equaling her giving's to me.
Tonight prayers go for her as always, and all the moms all over the world and for those who didn’t have their own children but yet are great moms for everyone around them.
21 March, 2007
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