41. Don't Forget
Your birthday is the day I remember
all the wonderful things you do.
Time will fly; each day goes by,
and I've forgotten to say, "Thank you."
Your birthday is the day I remember
all the wonderful things you do.
Time will fly; each day goes by,
and I've forgotten to say, "Thank you."
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You are my friend, my heart, my soul,
You are the best friend that I know.
You taught me how to live my life.
You are the one who taught me wrong from right.
I have not gone home for eight months now. I have no reason because my mum is the best. She calls me every now and then but I haven't made any effort to go and see her. The poem has really...
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Thank you, mom, for standing by my side.
Thank you, mom, for trusting me enough to know there is nothing I hide.
Thank you, mom, for believing in me.
Thank you, mom, for seeing all there is in me to see.
Famous Poem
You painted no Madonnas
On chapel walls in Rome,
But with a touch diviner
You lived one in your home.
To be a mom is to love unconditionally for life.
To be a mom is to support in times of trouble and strife.
To be a mom is to know you can't be perfect all the time.
To be a mom is a having a mountain every day to climb.
My mother is my lifeline; she is my complete savior.
She does everything she can for me, and for that I praise her.
She went without when I was younger so I could have nice stuff.
She worked herself to the bone but never did she give up.
This poem is a special gift, precious and perfect to praise my mother. I highly appreciate it.
The struggle to survive
To survive the daily chaos
The chaos that leads to frustration
The frustration that makes her find her strength
Though words are written
About mothers, that is true,
Still, I know that no one ever had
A mother just like you.
For all the days you put up with me,
For all the smiles and calamities,
For all the love you gave to me,
I just wanna say thank you.
So, I found this poem and copied it down on a card, drew a little dragon on a bar stool with a guitar singing this poem, and gave it to a girl I really liked; now, she's my girlfriend, and...
Love is nature's threads
embroidered in children, stitch
by stitch by a mother.
Mothers are beautiful in every way.
They nurture, care, and love all day.
In the day, they are the sunshine in the sky,