Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mom


My page would be empty, my world would be a mess
If it weren't for your influence and your tender caress.

My heart would be cold, my slate would be bare
If it weren't for your touch and your never-ending care.

You call me and write me to brighten my days,
You've helped me succeed in so many ways.

I love you and miss you more than you could ever know,
But now it's getting late and to bed I must go.

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