To: All; Laura Earl; Conspiracy Guy
Mom,
I cried, you came to comfort me,
When hungry, I was fed.
I'd fall asleep; you'd pick me up,
And carry me to bed.
You taught me how to write my name,
I learned to count from you.
I went to school you waved goodbye,
I know that you cried too.
You helped me through my growing years,
Yes you were always there.
Whenever I felt lost or down,
I knew I had your care.
Now I am grown, my kids are too,
And you're still there for me.
Oh yes you know I love you mom,
That anyone can see.
Conspiracy Guy aka Sue's boy 5/9/2004
132 posted on
05/08/2005 12:17:19 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(Remember our President and our troops in your prayers. God Bless America.)
To: All; NicknamedBob
Graphic by Billie
A Mother Is ...
A mother is a messenger, who bears a precious gift,
And even in the wrapping tissue we find some gems to sift.
The more we learn of life, the more we stop and stare,
For how can such a wondrous thing be conjured out of air?
A mother is a vessel, a type of cooking pot,
Whose love provides the warmth so that it doesnt get too hot.
And she provides the nutrients, our flesh is of her soil,
And when the child is born its she who does the toil,
Of cleaning it, and feeding it, and teaching it to smile,
A small reward to mother for her efforts all the while.
A mother is a garden spot, where God instills a spark,
A holy flame to kindle for the worlds encroaching dark.
For every childs a candle, sent to fill the world with light,
And mother is the shielded hand that saves it for the night.
A mother does the work of God in bringing forth a child,
And Godly patience helps her to prevent its running wild.
We recognize her efforts with some flowers and a card,
Oblivious to the challenges she faced, and it was hard,
To make a sterling citizen from the plans placed in her head,
She had to compromise a bit, cause she got us instead.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May 8, 2004
133 posted on
05/08/2005 12:22:59 AM PDT by
JustAmy
(Remember our President and our troops in your prayers. God Bless America.)
To: JustAmy; Conspiracy Guy
Thanks for posting CG's Mother's Day poems!! He's hard at work on the deck project.
157 posted on
05/08/2005 8:44:52 AM PDT by
Laura Earl
(Fitness is a journey not a destination.)
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