I fuss
We fight
I worry
We create a truce
I wonder
We connect in cyberspace
I nag
We agree to disagree
I reconcile
We move forward
I surrender
We realise you are growing stronger and yet you will always
be my baby
For Dawn, I love you. Hugs, Mamma Simone Beatrice Naik
Noemdoe, 2012-07-24.
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