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    • May 9
    • 1 min read

Mom

By Sunitha Punniyamurthy


My first touch

My first cry

My first hug

My first kiss

My first bath

My first food

All of them were with you





Your last touch

Your last cry

Your last hug

Your last kiss

Your last bath

Your last food

All of them were with me


In the next life let My last be with you and Your first with me

Because there is no first anymore after your last for me



By Sunitha Punniyam




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