I can still remember
My mother's gentle touch
Her love was never ending
Things were never tough

I think I was her favorite
She never knew "what's next?"
Though I gave her fits
I always showed respect.

My mother was always there for me,
As I am for my kids too,
They grow up so very quickly
The years are very few.
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My dad wrote alot of poetry and had one great sense of humor. He wrote this to my son, (his grandson)...my son was about 5 yrs old.

When your dad was a little boy,
He had some unusual pets.
He'd bring them home in cardboard boxes,
Old tin cans and nets.

There were lizards, guppies, June bugs,
Snakes and birds and dogs,
And "Granny" wasn't too happy
When tadpoles turned to frogs.

A turtle that vomited, he wanted to buy,
And once he tamed a butterfly,
To sit and flutter on his finger,
While we all wondered why it would linger.

Just wait and see if your Dad giggles
When you bring home something that wiggles.