A poem for my Mom
Mommy, we’ve loved since you fist held us in your hands, telling us things, things at the that moment, we did not understand. Those things you see, one can’t just rember, with out a good think or two, But we rember, oh I do, for those thing, I have herd so few. But if I can list just I few, I might as well do. You once said, ‘I love when your wet, oh you get bet.’ ‘If I don’t love you, than is the sky so blue?’ Or how about the time you said, ‘Little one go to bed!’ Oh Mommy, I know you might not rember each of those words, how each story we ask you to us goes, but Mommy please understand, we love you. Even when your wet.
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A poem for my Mom, which
was posted on May 3, 2011 by
Maggie4ever.
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