of thirty-six

I meet a lady, motherly. Her voice is like a lullaby, put you at ease and peace.

Small built, cute smile.High spirited.

Soft but I am quite adamant that she will use all the ammo to protect her kids & family.

You see,

sometimes you need to see what you’ll be at thirty-six.

She is a mirror that I want my image to reflect on.

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