Laughter like bells ring out,
to the sun, a bright face into the wind.
Hand in hand we walk,
together enjoying the warmth of the sun.
Your voice is clear,
like a thousand crystals,
as you tell me of your day.
Frequent stopping as you pluck me a gift,
flowers of spring do not escape your hand.
Beautiful is the collection you present,
a display of your love for me.
Eyes shining, you look upon my face
and I can respond only with love.
Dedication and a bond between us,
stronger than a thousand chains.
That is the love of mother and her daughter.
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