Growing Up With Grandma
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew.
Grandma was her name.
Saying thank you can be a difficult thing to do. Doing so means admitting that you are in another's debt. I am admitting that another individual did something for me. I am not all powerful, I need the help of others to survive. The reality is that the human race is interdependent. We cannot live life alone. We are constantly relying on each other for all kinds of resources, both physical and emotional. When I say thank you I am acknowledging that I have received something from another human being.
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But she's the one I always knew.
Grandma was her name.
This a was beautifully written piece. It "touched me" as the question asked. It also made me think about what my Grandma has been doing for me. This is encouraging, good work.
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I was watching you sleep the other day
And prayed that it would last
The peace that rested on your face
I'd never seen in the past
Your words about mother brought tears to me. Three years ago, my mother passed away. She was 92+ at that time but very happy personality. Being the youngest child, I have seen her just...
Mum, thank you for keeping me close to your heart.
Thank you for never allowing me to fall apart.
Thank you for holding me up for all these years,
But most of all, thank you for drying my tears.
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Just when I think the world has me beat,
My two angels help me to my feet.
They are always there whenever I call,
My mum did not die, but I do not live with my parents at all. I am adopted and live with a different set of parents.
Your life on this earth has been a blessing to so many a soul
My dear wife I hope that is something that you already know
I know what your life here has meant to me...
To my wife - thank you for allowing me to have a wife. May we grow old together.
I sit here and daydream of
my future and how it seems
I can picture my wedding day
my daddy walking me down the aisle...
Hello everybody I just decided to google my name today and I completely forgot that my poem was on this site. My name is Jazmyn M Winder and I am the writer of this poem I was 16 years old...
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I don't know when it started,
Or how it all began,
But God created families,
As only our Lord can.
This poem reminds me of my mom's side of the family and my dad's side. We love each other and we're glad that God put us together.
Thank you...
For standing by me through thick and thin,
For not giving up on me when I didn't win,
For your patience when I kept pushing you away,
This poem is a well-deserved tribute to all mothers of the world. I am 72. I lost my mother in 1999. One has to go. She lived her life well. I do not have any regrets. This poem reminded me...
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I will never take for granted
how greatly I've been blessed;
For when it comes to parents,
Mom and Dad, you are the best!
Even as a teenager I truly appreciated my parents, and now that they have both passed, I am thankful I told them over and over how much I loved them. I watched them love and be "stand-in"...
Thank you
For everything you have ever done
To make my life better.
I might deny it sometimes,
Since I was born, I have never been loved by a person like the way my parents do. I was sometimes naughty, but they guided me through the right path. Days were sometimes dark friends turned...