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My Son ~By My Mother~
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My Son ~By My Mother~ |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston 
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This poem was written by my mother.. for my brother. A mother has her first child her greatest pride and joy. And as God does the picking, he made my first a boy. God doesn’t do the raising, he left that job to me. Although he watched he gave no hint what kind of man you’d be. Many times I blamed him that I had to do it alone. So I spanked and yelled and scolded, till soon I found you grown. But when I thought my job was done and stepped back to take a look. I realized I had no pattern or instructions from any book. You were tall and gentle with a smiling face a mother’s real pride and joy. So I’ll let you go with tear in eye, my son, my man, my boy. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Your mothers conveys her love well. Being a parent is very difficult, and sometimes they need reassurance that they're doing o.k. I think I'll call my mom after reading this. Thank you for sharing this. Michael |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
A loving mother, whom I'm sure made no mistakes. She writes and conveys her love so beautifully. Thanks for sharing it Lucie.. ------------------ Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. ~Isis~ |
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