Thursday, June 27, 2019


William.S.peters,sr.




Title It with Your Heart

I cried . . .
For Mother
And she whispered back to me,
My child, I do not need your tears.
It is your cares and others like you
That warm my heart.
For years, gone by and those to come,
I have and I will nurture you.
I only ask that you consider
Returning the favor.

(c) june 26, 2019 : william s. peters, sr.

www.iamjustbill.com

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