My mother's arms are held wide open
As I sit myself down on her lap
Before the fire-burning stove
As I sit myself down on her lap
Before the fire-burning stove
Located on the north end of our house
It was there in the living room armchair
Where I felt my mom's love
As together we would sit and watch
The roaring flames of the fire engulf the burning logs
During the cold winter daysPoem written in 2000
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