From that day, I know you won’t tell me lies.
I know you will tell only the truth,
Except for the simple myth of the tooth,
Every tooth lost goes to the tooth fairy,
And in the morning, you will be merry.
Though I don’t need that be to merry in the morning,
The only thing I need is a warning.
Warning you to look for the dove,
The dove that shows you my love.
I wrote this a while ago for my mother. What do you feel when reading it?
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