Days come and go
some good and some not,
confusion or clarity,
some cold and some hot.

My moods change and so
does my state of mind,
but some things are certain
some things are kind,

my telephone rings
and my Mary it's you,
telling me of 
all the things you do,

we talk sometimes 
for hours it seems,
and listen intently
in sharing our dreams,

no mother could have
more than I have with you
a child, a friend
that makes me glad to,

have you walk along side me 
as I journey through life
you share in my tears
in times of strife,

and share in my victory's
and heaven knows
how dear this connection
to my sweet daughter grows.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli