My Mom

It’s about my mom... guess what I’m trying to say...
My Mom
Gentle probing hands...
Skin so soft it's like silk...
Small intimated smile...
Large almond shaped eyes...
Large brown waves of hair...
Everything that makes people stare..
Beautiful woman...
On the outside...
On the inside...
Well who knows...
I didn't

By nicole cuevas
Published: 11/24/2008
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