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Beth Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 468WA, Australia 
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She brought me into the world and treated me well, But now she's gone and left me behind. I still have words to say that are terribly sad, When she died I was angry and sad. I was young and sweet, I loved to hold her and feel her heart beat. I miss her loving touch, for years, I have longed for it so much. I hear people whisper and talk, All I could do was cry and walk. I walked away from my sadness and pain, it was really the only way I could stay sane. No-one ever really understood, I know now they never could. Because she was my mother, you see, Even through bad times, I knew she loved me. And because I am hers for all my living days, Im no longer stuck in my mourning phase. I know my life can go on, Im my heart It has made me strong. Not matter what anyone has to say, She's my mother Its going to stay that way. |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
Mothers are missed like no others... very nice poem Jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Beth~ I know the pain of this one well. When I miss her most - I look within myself ... for it is there that I find all that she was. *HUGS* for your loss, hon. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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