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A beautiful poem for all Mother's.

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Do we ever stop to think of the infinite loving acts of kindness that our mothers have bestowed upon us?

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Her hands sometimes had to discipline

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13. Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length. 

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13. Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length. 

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Marta

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14 Her hands would also push me.

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Barbara 15 though not down or in harm's way

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Barbara 15 though not down or in harm's way

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16. Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say. 

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16. Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say. 

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Ewa

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Be clear as the sun,
Wise as a book,
Here you are a
My mom. Rima

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1Her hands held me gently.

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6.When the tears would start to fall.

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Rima

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4.As I took my first step.

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12- Her hands helped hold the stars in place, encouraged me to reach 

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12- Her hands helped hold the stars in place, encouraged me to reach 

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Olga

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9 Her hands were there to brush my hair.

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11 Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show

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11 Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show