No expectations,
conditions. Hey Aunt B treat
me your Mom the same.
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I am amazed at how understanding and loving my daughter Bettina is to her niece Maddie, who calls her Aunt B. I figured out the essence of this love and expressed it in this poem. No expectations. No conditions. I wish that is how this daughter of mine treats me her mom too. Ha ha ha. That is a different story altogether.
Delightful. Thank you for this
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