" Momma"

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" Momma"

You've Been Everything To Me
Raising A Boy Couldn't Of Been Easy
It Must Of Been Tough On You..

Sometimes, I Wanted To Do
What I Wanted To Do
But, You Soon Got Me In Check
I Remember Those Times, Believe That

When I Look Back On The Many Sacrifices
That You made For Me, And All The
Wonderful Things I Was Taught

I Thank God For What I See
Because, I Realize Momma
You Always Wanted The Best For Me

To Be A Kind Person, To Have A Good Life
And A Man With Love In His Heart
To Hold Close The Many Treasures Given
That I May Never Part

So Momma, If Ever There Is Anything
That You Need, Or Anything That I
Can Do, You Raised A Good Man
And, I'm Here For You.

"Thank You Momma"

(c)2009 Flower Girl

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Sx9 commented on " Momma"

07-29-2010

always good to big up moms,they are the tree bearer burden carrier,,yes I love this work and its a mothers day vibes,,

FlowerGirl

07/30/2010

Hello, Sx9! Thank you so much for you Encouraging words. yes, All Mothers, are The Tree Bearer's Burden Carriers of Life. Mothers Day, Should Be " Every Day Of The Year, because, A Mothers Unconditional Love, Patience, Understanding and Forgiving Nature Of Heart, Is Every Day Of The Year. I Wasn't Raised by My Mother, but, I Still Thank God For Her, and for Playing a Part In Giving Me Life. And I Pray For Her To Have Blessing In Abundance!! Perhaps, You Will Enjoy another Poem that, I Wrote In In Regards To My Mother, It Is Titled: " I Don't Hate You, Momma " I Hope To have the Opportunity To give It to her One Day! Again, Thank You For Your Comment, and I look forward to reading you writes as well. May You Continue To Be A Blessing & Be Blessed!!! Flower Girl

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA