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Array ( [sid] => 23340 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Mothers Day [time] => 2003-09-17 02:25:00 [hometext] => This was wrote to my wife. We were away from the kids this year. [bodytext] => A backbone of a mammoth,
A heart full of soul
A houseful of children
Has been her goal.

She raised the children
They make there way
Will they remenber
This is her day.

A pasted smile
No call yet
She tells herself
They will forget.

A shrug of a shoulder
That will be fine
Children of their own
Takes their time.

A clammering ring
She answeres the call
It's the youngest
Having a ball.

Only too soon
The tone is dead
She busies herself
making her bed.

Again the clammer
Again in the rush
Only this time
A deafening hush.

Tear stained eyes
Doesn't fit the smile
The deafening hush
Last a while.

"That was "Luby"
To me he sang
Funny Face I Love You
And he called my name.

The twilight fold
She lays in bed
Eyes are closed
A prayer said.

I thank you god
As here I lay
For the greastest present ever
On this, My Day.
5-11-97 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 26 [informant] => Hamp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MothersDayPoems )

Mothers Day

Contributed by Hamp on Wednesday, 17th September 2003 @ 02:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: MothersDayPoems

A backbone of a mammoth,
A heart full of soul
A houseful of children
Has been her goal.

She raised the children
They make there way
Will they remenber
This is her day.

A pasted smile
No call yet
She tells herself
They will forget.

A shrug of a shoulder
That will be fine
Children of their own
Takes their time.

A clammering ring
She answeres the call
It's the youngest
Having a ball.

Only too soon
The tone is dead
She busies herself
making her bed.

Again the clammer
Again in the rush
Only this time
A deafening hush.

Tear stained eyes
Doesn't fit the smile
The deafening hush
Last a while.

"That was "Luby"
To me he sang
Funny Face I Love You
And he called my name.

The twilight fold
She lays in bed
Eyes are closed
A prayer said.

I thank you god
As here I lay
For the greastest present ever
On this, My Day.
5-11-97

Copyright © Hamp ... [ 2003-09-17 02:25:00]
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Re: Mothers Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Wednesday, 17th September 2003 @ 03:52:55 PM AEST
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Awww...sad but s lovely...
Jenni

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