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It was her who heard my first cry,
the same woman who carried my weight for quite a long while.
from the day i was born 'til i learned to walk and write,
mother, so hopeful, guided me just when life began.

With all her understanding, she has seen through me.
She has accepted what i have and have not become,
It didn't matter how high i could not leap.
The only woman who has truly  embraced my being,
My mother, who else would it be?

It must have been hard for her to see me go,
to finally let me explore the world on my own and be free.
For even when i now think i have grown old,
The little darling, to my mother, i would always be.

Though i cannot grow old with her, she will always be with me.
never will all my memories of her fade away,
and as for all time kept as a precious treasure in my heart,
My mother, an epitome of pure love, happiness and Beauty.


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Oct. 6th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
NICE WEB I Love it
Woow very nice WEB all this wordes that you write are the bes I´ve ever read

Please I nned to contact with you

my e-mail is: ro623@hotmail.com

Nov. 29th, 2009 05:17 pm (UTC)
Re: NICE WEB I Love it
hello =)

im finally done with my poem for my mother by the way.

Have a great day!
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