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Our Sons by Linda A. Pogue
Though mothers and sons, are close it’s true.
With a son like you, nothing less would do.
From the time you could walk, a fear rose inside.
If I let go of your hand, would you roam the land.
Would you replace my love, with the love of another.
You’ll always be my baby, and I’ll always be your mother.
So listen my son, for this will always be true.
For as long as the sun rises, I will always love you.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.