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Butterfly Wings
Flutter with Joy
As Bessings of Moms
who birthed each one
Comes from a mom
that came from a mom
In spirits and genes
we captured each one
In spots and stripes
We name them all
Lifting our wings
We breath Mercy
Gracefully flying
Through our life!
-by VeerajaR
My Mothers' Daughter
Copyright©2021VeerajaR
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