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There is no better gift than the gift of words. A perfect mother's day gift by a writer - a book celebrating her.

Here's to the real heroes in our lives - Mothers!

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  1. Any form of appreciation, whether book, poem or just honest words from the heart is the best gift we can give our moms. Happy Mother's Day!

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  2. Really nice. Though i had to read it twice to understand it correctly.

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  3. Mothers are the hero, love and regards to them

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  4. awww...beautiful thought.... :-)

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  5. so true. Mothers deserve all the love in this world. Any amount of appreciation can never do the right justice to match her unconditional love for us.

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  6. Here's to all the mothers in all forms everywhere! Nicely written.

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  7. I wish to have a son like that !

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  8. Well captured . Truly my mom is my hero...would not be anywhere without her

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  9. Very impressive article thanks for this post…
    Prediction

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  10. @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading.

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  11. Beautiful, simple but effective words:)

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