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My Mother
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My Mother |
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anwaarhassan Member
since 2003-07-09
Posts 181Menifee, CA 
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This poem is dedicated to a friend whose mother was often referred to as an angel on earth. My Mother. She was a quiet lady Frail, withered and old But within that tiny frame There dwelt a heart of gold. For she brought me into this world Amidst pain, suffering and strife Yet she taught me to accept these things As just a part of life. When things got really tough And I felt life was just unfair She was the only friend Who really seemed to care. She taught me right from wrong Freedom from tyranny And how the pen was mightier Than the sword could ever be "Kindness before cruelty," Was her sermon for the day "Let love be your guiding light When hatred blinds your way." And then one day she went away To rest in her eternal home And I remembered she forgot to tell me How to grieve alone! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
"And I remember she forgot to tell me, how to grieve alone." Very nice...and yet to grieve for those we love and care for shows the truth and intensity of our love...James |
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