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IF YOU CAN |
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If you can start the day without caffiene, If you can get going without pep pills, If you can always be cheerful and ignore aches and pains, If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles, If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it, If you can understand when your loved ones are to busy to give you any time If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong, If you can take critisism and blame without resentment If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him, If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend, If you can face the world without lies and deciet, If you an conquer tension without medical help, If you can relax without liquor, If you can sleep without the aid of drugs, If you can say honestly that deep in your heart that you have no prejudice against creed, colour,religion or politics, Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog or cat. |
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Her Little Shadows |
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I once saw a Mother with eyes full of laughter, and many little shadows came following after. Wherever she moved they were always right there, Holding on to her skirt, hanging onto her chair, Before her, behind her, they were everywhere! "Don't you ever get weary as day after day So many tagalongs getting in your way?" She smiled a big smile as she shook her head- And I'll always remember the words that she said... It's good to have shadows to run when you run, To laugh when you're happy, to hum when you hum... For you only have shadows when your life's filled with SUN!!! |
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Maid to be a Mother |
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Welcome to home that lives within this house, Where loving little kids is all that really counts, The dishes in the sink, the crumbs upon the floor, And all the dirty laundry are secondary chores. Now don't assume I'm lazy by looking at this mess, I put in 40 hours and still don't take a rest. I polish little minds as bright as they can be, And sweep out tiny hearts and keep them pure and clean. Each and every soul is scrubbed until it gleams, I also pick up spirits should they ever lose a dream. So push the clothes on over and have yourself a seat - Excuse the toys and cookie crumbs, sticking to your feet! Judge me as a Mother, not the Maid I ought to be, I prefer four sparkling little lives, to a house dirt free! |
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WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE? |
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When I think back of my life; Years that have passed one by one, I just have to stop and ask myself... Just what could I have done? What could I have done that was so special? What did I do? I'd like to know. A virtuous deed did I commit That equals the priviledge of watching you grow? As I watch your playful expressions While some amusing story is being unfurled, I think I must have done something right, To bring such a child into this world. The special times we share together, Make memories that last long after, My child, you've brightened so many days, With the sound of your sweet laughter. When a bad day gets me feeling down, And things just aren't going right, You can turn my attitude around, With just your hug, and kiss "goodnight" For anything that you may need, I would walk mile... after... mile, If my reward at the end of the journey, Was just to see you smile. Our hearts seem to be connected, As though liked with an invisible chain, For when you laugh I am happy, And when you hurt, I feel your pain. I feel the need to guard and protect you, Even when we are apart, From the first time I held you in my arms, I have held you in my heart. Did I quench a dying man's thirst? Did I save the life of another? What could I have done that was so grand, That I got this chance to be your Mother? Whatever act that I performed, Whatever task that I got done, I'm just glad that God took note of it... And chose me to be the one. |
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Linda Ellis |
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