Poetry From the Heart

my mother's day gift?

{ 03:23, Thursday, May 10, 2007 } { 1 comments } { Link }

I wrote this for my mother since I haven't gotten her a present yet. . .who cares if it isn't perfect, Moms like every gift from their kids right?

 

You tell me that when I was smaller,

I was your girl.

I told you that I loved you

and that I was your shadow.

 

You say I don't love you anymore,

Or at least not like I used to

But the truth is,

I love you the same as I did then, except I show it differently.

 

Instead of hanging onto your leg while you walk,

I walk beside you, and tell you of my day.

Instead of saying you're the best Mommy in the world,

I simply give you a hug, and squeeze  you a little harder than usual.

 

Sure, we bicker,

Drive Dad crazy in the process,

But in the end I am grateful,

To have a mother who is faithful to her family and hard working.

 

I scoff at the idea of myself cleaning,

But sometimes, just to loosen your load,

I pick something up here and there,

sometimes sweep, and leave it unnoticed.

 

Most girls my age believe they love their boyfriends,

More than their own mothers.

But I know they don't,

For a love for a mother can not be matched.

 

For will your teenage boyfriend,

make soup for you whenever you ask?

Will he hug you and tell you he loves you,

and mean it?

 

So, to sum it all up,

you are my mother,

I am proud to say it.

And if four simple words will make all the difference,

I am willing to say them,

Mommy, I love you.

 

--See?  Not my best, but I know that my mother will like it.

 

Please comment on this poem and on all the others!!!

Or e-mail CLINCHGUYD@aol.com


{ Post a Comment }

GOOD

{ 04:25, Thursday, May 10, 2007 } { Posted by SARAH }
OMG Alex these are really good and they really go straight to my heart. I love you so much, don't ever forget that, ok? All my love and God bless, hon. Bye.

{ Last Page } { Page 7 of 9 } { Next Page }

About Me

Home
My Profile
Archives
Friends
My Photo Album

«  December 2008  »
MonTueWedThuFriSatSun
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031 

Links


Categories


Recent Entries

Sweet Dreams, little child.
music on the streets.
Too Bad: about him.
I Long. . .Summer Poem I had forgotten about.
Tennesse Living

Friends

XthisXchicaXrocksX
BoyBook
Ailill
bazookabubblegum1
celticstorm
tanzy
Sarahandponies
hannamarie
WorshipGirl
Aquamarine95
NMSsoccerfreak
kitkat
heart4god
Lady5corpiio
SunshineLady34
maymie
purplexstar