You are my life,
You're all I need.
To make our time apart
Pass with lightning speed.
We are all alone now,
This family of three.
If you ever need something,
You can turn to me.
Life is not easy
You will find out in time.
Just take it day by day,
The happiness you will find.
I wish you both
The best life can give.
I hope all I teach you
Will help you to live.
You will hear this often,
Little Sister and Big Brother,
I love you both very much,
Love Forever, Mother.
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