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Mother...Needing u more than u'll ever know
I can't remember the mistakes and successes I've made
Life passes so quickly I was always too busy to see And I didn't take the time to realize how much you gave Or how much faith and love you truly had for me I never realized how truly hard life could be to you And how many times you hoped, prayed for me to see Better than I have before and for my heart to stay true For you had faith and believed in the best I could be I never realized when I left for school and grew up too fast that your smile meant you were proud of whom you could see But that inside your heart broke and a smile was only a mask For your little one was on their way and life has no guarantee You kid, I am grown and don't need you anymore But you'll never really know how much I truly do Because you are the only one I always look for When I am happy, frustrated, anxious, or blue I've needed you more than life itself or any other For the hero I love has always been right here I have always striven to be just like my mother For your love is that which makes my life clear |
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LOVE U, Mom...
LOVE U,MAMA.
MY mother twines me roses wet with dew; Oft have I sought the garden through and through; I cannot find the tree whereon My mother’s roses grew. Seek not, O child, the tree whereon Thy mother’s roses grew. My mother tells me tales of noble deeds; Oft have I sought her book when no one heeds; I cannot find the page, alas, From which my mother reads. Seek not, O child, to find the page From which thy mother reads. My mother croons me songs all soft and low, Through the white night where little breezes blow; Yet never when the morning dawns, My mother’s songs I know. Seek not, O child, at dawn of day Thy mother’s songs to know.
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"You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself." (Eugene Onegin – Alexander Pushkin) Last edited by Amna; Saturday, April 13, 2013 at 02:40 AM. Reason: Red font |
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