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Nine months of the unknown you carried me.
I could have been thrown away, but I was meant to be.

You bore the pain to guide me out of darkness,
you were full of heart – the opposite of heartless.

My mother,
you gave birth to a gift – a token to you it was given.

You never took your royal role for granted – it was proven.
Through the valley of baby steps you guided me safely,
always saying I love you baby.

The best mom to have and to hold, Lurline – you caused me to be bold.

By Daron Chosen Smith 

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Nine months of the unknown you carried me. I could have been thrown away, but I was meant to be.You bore the pain to guide me out of darkness, you were full of heart – the opposite of heartless.My mother, you gave birth to a gift...

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