| Welcome to the page dedicated to my mom... |
| She, the selfless politician she, the one eternally willing to listen she, the nurturing soul she, the mother of us all Her ways are tender rough edges smoothed out with some neosporin and a band-aid to fit She knows your birth stories even the size shoe you wore at the young ages of three and four When you forget how to cook or clean... When the days become much harder than they used to seem... She will be there holding your hand Walking through mountains playing in the sand She is your mother the bearer of hugs the bringer of love the one who went through labor to bring you playmates And the one who cried when you got older and left you alone to squander for shelter She knew you could handle the university years and so when she wept those were happy tears The web-weaver of generations past and to come She is the selfless politician lyrical in her touch poetic in her love She, the best mom she can be. Copyright 2001@ Velvet Dreams |
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