Answer:
Anne
Explanation:
She never changed who she was no matter what happend.
<span>Squire
With him there was his son, a youthful squire,
A lover and a lusty bachelor,
With locks well curled, as if they'd laid in press.
Some twenty years of age he was, I guess.
In stature he was of an average length,
Wondrously active, aye, and great of strength.
He'd ridden sometime with the cavalry
In Flanders, in Artois, and Picardy,
And borne him well within that little space
In hope to win thereby his lady's grace.
Prinked out he was, as if he were a mead,
All full of fresh-cut flowers white and red.
Singing he was, or fluting, all the day;
He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Short was his gown, with sleeves both long and wide.
Well could be sit on horse, and fairly ride.
He could make songs and words thereto indite,
Joust, and dance too, as well as sketch and write.
So hot he loved that, while night told her tale,
He slept no more than does a nightingale.
Courteous he, and humble, willing and able,
And carved before his father at the table.</span>
"<span>That's fine. You can have the key. I'm done here," he said</span>
Answer:
Ok not really good at expressing feelings but you can try thi:
write about what you feel for ur mom
what you are thankful for or just something nice
Explanation:
You lived one in your home.
You lived them in your heart.
You shaped this soul of mine.
Your life cathedraled God.
And calm all of our fears.
Quite suddenly is real.
We need from day to day.
And sent from God above.
