My Mom used to play this song on Saturdays when we had to do our chores getting ready for the new week ahead. Walking through the house singing the words, the music loud but your voice could be heard. The gift of soul was birthed in my womb. The ice tinkling in her glass of gin and juice as we lived a life of contentment. Thanks for the memories!
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Sweet Memories...
My Mom used to play this song on Saturdays when we had to do our chores getting ready for the new week ahead. Walking through the house singing the words, the music loud but your voice could be heard. The gift of soul was birthed in my womb. The ice tinkling in her glass of gin and juice as we lived a life of contentment. Thanks for the memories!