Wrapped in colors, bright and sweet,
As warm as mother's love can be,
A little gift, a hidden treat,
In her soft hands, she brought me three.
It wasn’t just a candy there,
Not just a bite of sugar fair,
It held a piece of love and care,
Wrapped in paper, folded rare.
A memory of her smile so bright,
In every taste, I find her light.
The candy melts, but still it stays,
With all the joy her giving plays.
A simple thing, a fleeting bliss,
But to me, it meant all this.
I still recall that taste so true,
The candy that she always knew,
She brought to me when days were long,
After teaching, tired, but strong.
Even then, she thought of me,
With that sweet gift in hand so free.
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