Mom
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
She is a strong woman who conquered all and smiled at the end
A strong woman who faced challenges who never gave up
A multi-talented soul
A beautiful God’s gift.
There are no words to descibe just how important you are to me
You are my angel
Mom I love you
Zandy Nguta
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