Momma

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Momma

As Our Young Are Brought Into This World Each Minute, Each Hour, Each Day. Our Old Are Taken Out To The Heavens. A New Day Comes With A New Dawn. A New Night Comes With A New Day. My Days Seem Busy & Tired. My Nights Are Silent And Dark As I Sat Here And Hope To Here Your Voice Or See You. It Is Then That It Becomes Clear To Me You Are Not Here. Without You I Am Lost, I Am A Ship Without Water. I Once Shared All My Secrets With You, I Came To You With My Problems & You Listened. I Asked For Your Advice And You Give. Now In Me Your Memory Will Live On. For The Bond We Shared Is Solid As A Stone. Mom Just Hold On & Someday I'm Coming Home.

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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