To my MomIL, (kinda like a poppel?)
By Nariah
I remember the first time I met you nervous and in love with your son you had to stop at K-Mart it was then I realized this was the family I'd been waiting for I can remember the way the car smelled cigarettes and laundry and a hint of baby goodness I could never tell you but I hated getting out And now I am so lucky! my mother-in-law is also my favorite poet and a friend! I love you Bonnie. Thanks. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 04:16 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I remember the first time I met you..."