I cannot forget
Your fingers were white and small:
You reached out to me
Infant eyes and tears
clutching fists waving in the air
I am no mother
But I am seeking
to become one, I can be
Let me sing to you…..
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I cannot forget
Your fingers were white and small:
You reached out to me
Infant eyes and tears
clutching fists waving in the air
I am no mother
But I am seeking
to become one, I can be
Let me sing to you…..