Good morning (again).

And, well done, say I, on this Mother’s Day.

Thanks for being all you. And, smelling nice.

If I neglect, even for a bitter moment, to make it clear how dearly I adore you, correct me with those beautiful brown eyes.

I dare not take any chance, not a one, of missing the opportunity of them being the last thing I see when I fatefully fade to black.

LvB

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