Secret Recipe
By bunce
God took the patience of a saint Added untold love Mixed them with serenity The softness of a dove A name he gave to what he'd made How could he choose another He smiled with satisfaction And of course he called you Mother Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 09:38 PM PST 10 • 0
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"God took the patience of a saint..."