Mother Is Forgotten
My letter is to all children, young and old, with mothers.
We seem to put them on hold, till we need them.
We forget the nine months they carried us.
The first arms are hers, the very food, a bottle or breast, the changes
we need, our first fall, the gentle touch.
When we asked for something she couldn't give, we thought her mean.
When the food was low, she would fall once more to her knees asking for
help.
In bed, she would wait for the sound of our footsteps before closing her
eyes.
As we get older, we move away, promising to keep in touch.
The days turn into weeks.
Before you know it, will be years.
Then you may get a call saying you are needed at home.
There is nothing more to be done.
You scream, you rant.
Who has the right to take her from you?
But she was there all the time we forgot.
So if you have a mother or father, please take the time to call or write,
even if they are cranky.
Just remember the times she was for you.
Learn to give love while we can.
I know, I lost my mother 18 years ago.
There's not a day I don't remember her.
My Trip To D.C.
For months, I had hope of being the best.
But fear also had it's part.
Would I be able to read before all of course I could do it.
My fingers did tremble my knees knock...
The words wouldn't slip between my lips.
I looked at all from every land.
So many smiling laces.
Everything a new experience.
My stomach had so many butterflies.
I wondered why I didn't float.
The stage lit up the names being called.
Not my name, but not to fret I will be back.
My greatest thrill, I won a color tv.
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Letter To Mother
Each and every day
I remember along the way.
You stood, a giant figure
Ready to do battle
To anyone who would do me harm.
Your touch, ever so gentle
As you rocked me to sleep.
The way you stood as a referee.
To fight my cause, just to be.
I remember the pain I did cause
When I would take a wrong turn.
Your love and faith in me
Would always be there for the world to see.
Now a mother myself.
I can only hope
I will do half the job of giving
The love you did show.
Your love, wisdom, guidance
Will be passed on as an inheritance.
I give thanks to God each and every day for you.
A Mother's Love
You will find more greater.
You won't be able to buy it.
Her love can never be measured.
Only to behold and be treasured.
When trouble knocks at your door.
Her gentle how are you today.
Will lift the clouds and bring you joy.
When you stumble or stray.
The bonds of her love will cradle you.
A mother's love forms from birth, adoption or fostering.
It will scan across the miles.
Her eye sight has dimmed, her steps slowed down.
Remember the warmth of her arms and lap.
In the days of old.
If you are lucky to receive such a gift.
Take the time to call or give her a hug.
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