Mother's arms were where I ran, with colored papers in my hands. And smile as she'd look down to see, and say, "You made this just for me?" How many times since I've grown old, her tender hands I've longed to hold... And go back for a little while, to that special place as a tiny child. Photo by my father, the late Martin Buxbaum (My verse)
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