On more occasions than I can count my mother has called me at the EXACT second, she crosses my mind
The smells that evoked memories of my mother
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils;
I'm not a mom. I'm a P.A.N.K.: Proud Aunt, No Kids
On more occasions than I can count my mother has called me at the EXACT second, she crosses my mind
