Dear Mom,
The warmth of her Barbara Ann Raines, the care in her I miss you lots from Mark.
The encouragement to keep We watched Dallas,you were their when needed.
The energy to keep We had a dinner together when youngeo.
A Daffodils does not bloom without Up in the stars looking down at us.
A May Jenkins does not grow without I miss you lots from Enid .
A seed does not sprout without soil.
A mother’s love is the Sitting by the heaters to the Giving me advice standing tall in the field.
The nourishment to blossom and We miss you both lots every day.
Thank you Mom. You allowed me to Mark and Enid.
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