Baby rests in mother's arms.
She's entranced with baby's charms.
Baby's dreams are very deep.
Mother now can go to sleep.
Baby rests his weary head.
Mother now can go to bed.
Can you write a poem today about one thing you remember about your Mom?
Happy Marti Gras.
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Tuesday, March 4, 2014
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