MOTHER The innocence seems to come and go As the world around Seems nothing more then just another day; As their big blue eyes Glisten towards heaven Telling the tales Of years gone by Mama...... Is what we whisper... Appreciation....... Is what we yell! And as the tears form In your tiring eyes; Don't worry..... For the soft,warm Little fingers That wrapped around your pinky Have not gone anywhere; But have grown To hold yours. Love, Nicci Mothers Day 1996
Reason for writing:
My mother is so very special to me and along with this poem, I also drew pictures of my brother and me!
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