Category: Parents
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My Mother’s Hand
When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now…
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Holding on Tight
Do you:Remember the sound of your baby giggling? I close my eyes to relive those days—Hugs wrapped around my neck,Quiet dreamland asleep in my arms. You were a tiny little person, Needing so much love and attention. Do you:Remember reading Goodnight Moon over and over again? We would laugh and make…