Sanctuary in My Mother’s Arms

My mother’s arms were the first to hold me. My mother’s arms held me when I was sick. My mother’s arms held me when I was cold. My mother’s arms held me when I was scared. My mother’s arms held me when I needed comfort. In my mother’s arms, there was warmth. In my mother’s […]

Sanctuary in My Mother’s Arms

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