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Mother's Day Poems And Poetry Contd. (II)

My Mom

My mom is very special,
My mom is very kind,
My mom always tells me I'm special,
She's always on my mind.

My mom watches me grow,
My mom watches me cry,
Of course she'll always know,
She'll never have to tell me goodbye.

My mom will always hug and kiss,
My mom will always care.
My days she will never miss,
Cuz I'm her little teddy bear.

My mom is very special,
My mom is very kind,
My mom always tells me I'm special,
She's always on my mind.

melody c collopy <collopy@network2010.net>

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Our Mother

Our Mother Is the Sweetest
Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.
She's not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

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Always Mom

You were my fairy tale princess,
So much larger than life.
You were my angel and my witness
Through all my pain and strife.
At times you made me angry,
Great words I would proclaim
How someday you'd be sorry.
You were the one to blame.
But when I needed comforting
You always found the time.
Your words were more soothing
Than days of childhood sublime.
Now the distance holds us apart,
The boundaries have no end.
I'll hold the memories in my heart.
You're my mother, my best friend.

by Dawn Brant**

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Mother's Day

There were some different beginnings
To what we know as, Mother's Day
One woman, Anna Reeves Jarvis
Mothers' Work Day Clubs, her way.

They focused on sanitary conditions
And provided medicines for the poor
They promised to care for all Soldiers
From both sides in the Civil War.

After that War that had divided
The new-found peace would take her
To healing families and friends
And she became a real peacemaker.

Then, in the Eighteen seventies
Something we could sure use now
Mothers' Peace Day, was started
By, Julia Ward Howe.

A famous woman of the time
Reformer, lecturer, and writer of note
The Battle Hymn Of The Republic
Is something that she wrote.

A woman' suffrage association
Voted her their first President
And hers, the first suggestion
To have a Mother's Day event.

Then there was Frank Hering
In the year Nineteen ought-four
Of the Fraternal Order Of Eagles
Who claimed to open the door.

In Nineteen fourteen Woodrow Wilson
Recommending a Federal Mother's Day
Signed a joint resolution
That we now observe each year in May.

No matter who takes the credit
It was a long time overdue
To honor all those Ladies
Who gave life to me and you.

So, those who still have theirs
Should remember those times passed
And thank Her now for all those things
She's done for you in the past.

For those whose Mom is gone
It's a time to reflect and say,
"Mom, I love and miss you,
On this, and every other day.

Our Mothers shape our being
And have an endless wealth to give
And She will be a part of us
For as long as we may live.

By Del Abe Jones

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For Mom

She was there at the beginning
When the world was new to you -
She was there to turn to happy times
Those when, you were hurt or blue.

She was there to listen to your thoughts
And when you asked, to give advice -
She was there to tell you, \"Those don\'t match!\"
Or, \"Hon, you sure look nice.\"

She was there with you at nighttime
To help you say your prayers _
She was there to tell you, \"It\'s alright.\"
When you had a dream that scares.

She was there at morning time
To get you up and out of bed -
She was there when you didn\'t feel good (or did)
To say, \"You\'d best stay home, instead.\"

She was there when you were hungry
And when you had those dirty clothes -
She was there when you needed her
(How she knew? Only heaven knows.)

She was there at the beginning
And she\'ll be there your whole life through -
She\'ll be there in your mind and heart
Just like a mother is supposed to do.

By Del Abe Jones

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MY ROCK (Mom)

Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking, \"When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!\"
Then remember, I\'m alone.

She was always there
To answer my calls -
To listen to my \"small talk\"
Or when I climbed the walls.

At times, I didn\'t feel like talking
And somehow, she understood -
Didn\'t say she wished I\'d call
Or make me feel like I should.

Now, I wish I would have
More times, to show I cared -
To say, just how important
Were, all those times we shared.

I could have shown my love
So much more than I did -
I never, did it enough
Even when I was a kid.

Now it\'s too late to do or say
All those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad.

She was my \"anchor\" to this life -
The \"rock\", that I clung to -
The place, where I could turn
When, nowhere else would do.

Now, the ravages of time
Have worn my \"rock\" away -
And all I have to cling to
Are memories of yesterday.

By Del Abe Jones

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In Passing

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would pat you on the back
And sometimes in passing
She\'d show you the right track.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would say, \"You sure look nice!\"
And sometimes in passing
She could, make you, think twice.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would lightly touch your hair
And sometimes in passing
She\'d show you what was fair.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would ask, \"What do you mean?\"
And sometimes in passing
She would get in between.

Sometimes Mom in passing
Would give you, \"that look\"
And sometimes in passing
Would give you what it took.

But this time, Mom is passing
From this world to the best
And this time in passing
She\'ll pass the final test.

And when Mom has passed
And the pain is so unkind
Just look and you\'ll find her
There in your heart and mind.

By Del Abe Jones

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Still In The Heart

I have this Lady friend
Whose Mother passed away
Moving to a better place
And, a peaceful day.

I know about the pain
That, she is going through
Because the loss of \"Mom\"
Is the saddest, that is true.

Sometimes, it is a blessing
When their \"life\" is in decline
Not, what it used to be
When, \"everything\" worked fine.

But still, it hurts so much
When Mother goes away
When you know you won\'t see Her
For, forever and a day.

But the memories will be there
And will help, to get you through
When, you\'re thinking of Mom
And, feeling kind of blue.

By Del Abe Jones

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