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Time Versus My Mom(for lack of a better title)
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Time Versus My Mom(for lack of a better title) |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone 
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What thief does rob thy loved ones of their youth moments passed, becoming one of many a former beauty, vital and alive crumbled now into times cruel vagary. She holds her heart still as a rose of youth and spirit which could conquer any man yet daily does her body fail her more times passage is so hard to understand. I see her when she was my Mom so young with flowing hair, fine dresses and red lips How dare time steal away her glory days a vile uncaring thief, tis all of this. I want to give her back her happy times the ones she mostly gave up to raise me her life has been so hard and thankless still yet she keeps joy within her happily. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Sandra, this is so very sad, sweet friend, my heart criesout to your mom and I hope she finds all the joy she deserves! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, your mom loves you very much and I know she too wishes you the same joy, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sandra, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
This is beautiful sweetie.... The poet has said for many a day, That time is a thief who steals hours away And takes the blush from the cheek, The sparkle from the eye A little of all as it passes by. Time takes the bright luster from the hair Steals the gold, but leaves silver there, Gone hearty laughter, the youthful sounds But when I think of the blessings Great joy abounds. A springy step isn't there to see Time exchanged it for poise and dignity Where once I ran, now I walk My best performances Are only talk. Time gives one vision of yesteryear Hard to recall without a tear Temporal were the things time took from me I've had so many joys And paid a very small fee... |
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