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To My Mother
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To My Mother |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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What is a family, the people to whom we’re related? Or a bond that never ends? Who is the mother? The creator of the child. Take care of me Love me without conditions Tell me what I want to hear Hear what I tell you clear Bring me to the place I am destined to go Or I’ll leave you if you don’t A mother is the sustaining force Without you the house is cold Push me out the door Push me out for something more Don’t push me away, your little baby boy You are the god that I listened to Look what’s happened to you What’s happened to me? Have I not become a man? Am I not heading to a promised land? Of love and tranquil thoughts of life and bliss Remember when I used to cry You came running to my room To tell me not to worry anymore Tell me not to stop in my dreaming Tell me you love me; tell me like you told that boy. So long ago and so young’s now old In mind and spirit, it took me only a couple years To realize what I been put here for Remember my smiles when I looked up at you Remember how you used to talk With a love so warm and simple No question in your mind Remember your child I am still that child only sum years older And able to tell you how I feel I still remember And I love my mother that I remember so fond Its been cold and chipped away since she’s been gone Please remember that the child you held as a babe He tells me that he loves you and wants to see you again |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Unconditional love is the way. A Mother's love is constant, even in conflictual situations. You took your penn and you see it's a declaration of love too. Poignant. Love, Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
poignant write from the heart well done |
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