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Mothers Day
Contributed by
Hamp
on
Wednesday, 17th September 2003 @ 02:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
MothersDayPoems
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A backbone of a mammoth,
A heart full of soul
A houseful of children
Has been her goal.
She raised the children
They make there way
Will they remenber
This is her day.
A pasted smile
No call yet
She tells herself
They will forget.
A shrug of a shoulder
That will be fine
Children of their own
Takes their time.
A clammering ring
She answeres the call
It's the youngest
Having a ball.
Only too soon
The tone is dead
She busies herself
making her bed.
Again the clammer
Again in the rush
Only this time
A deafening hush.
Tear stained eyes
Doesn't fit the smile
The deafening hush
Last a while.
"That was "Luby"
To me he sang
Funny Face I Love You
And he called my name.
The twilight fold
She lays in bed
Eyes are closed
A prayer said.
I thank you god
As here I lay
For the greastest present ever
On this, My Day.
5-11-97
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Hamp
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2003-09-17 02:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Mothers Day
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 17th September 2003 @ 03:52:55 PM AEST (User
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Awww...sad but s lovely...
Jenni |
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