Mother’s Day

Yesterday was Mother’s day.
I don’t know how mothers do it.
How they raise their children,
watch them grow,
watch them fail and succeed,
I think mothers have special gifts
they know certain things
they have a key to certain doors
they get tired but they can’t let their children go
They give their whole heart to love
They have a certain presence that permeates the atmosphere with love
Mothers are angels in disguise, they’re heavenly creatures,
All we are, we owe it to them

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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