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A mother's tale
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A mother's tale |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
A true story of today When I was waiting for a friend I met a woman of grandma kind She nicely said hello And started talking her grind. My son was twenty one He stays home for granted He does no cooking and never cleans So he shall move out and off with his dirty scenes. My daughter goes to church And left her daughter behind The pastor was an x-prisoner What could be in his mind? I pray for them every day While work like a mate of hotel They check out using their babies And their non-stopping yell “Mother, The day when we go to heaven, You will go to hell For you don't go to church to get out of the spell.” "Why you have your children spoiled?" Never know. [This message has been edited by Drauntz (04-12-2007 10:47 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Ah, this is so sad. A Mother's prayers are always heard in Heaven, whether she says them in the church or in the kitchen! I think many Mothers can relate to what you refer of the boy ... "he never cleans ...". Yes, without realizing, we spoil our children, doing too much for them, while they could do their own part. Thank you, dear Drauntz, for this powerful, realistic tale, which renders very well a probably diffused situation. Love, Margherita |
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outlawthunder Member
since 2007-04-10
Posts 67 |
fiercely realistic with a sense of truth you can't duck from or call something it isn't. writing like this comes from a place that doesn't just know how to make it all up, it's from experience. you write with value and strength of purpose supporting every word and phrase. OUTLAWTHUNDER |
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