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Mother... Grandmother... Both names are the same, you see it means you are a woman who's always been special to me; Once I was so small and you held me close you wiped away my tears and did the things that mattered most; I grew into a woman myself though the years have blurred right by and now my own little girl is learning to say hi; She is just as special to me as I have always been to you, and from us both this special gift says the simple words Mother... Grandmother... "We Love You!" |
This is delightful! It is simple and honest, and straight to the heart, from the heart. The most precious word, reverred around the world, is "motherhood". Nice work, pretty lady! | Posted on 2010-05-04 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | Hm. I like this, and your mother will love it. | Its a splendid thing when love flows powerfully from one generation to another. Every seven years my birthday is one Mother's Day...so unfortunate. Anyhow, great gift you have created here! --Daisy | Posted on 2010-05-03 00:00:00 | by sensetofeel | [ Reply to This ] | I liked the poem; I'm sure your mother will be happy. :) | I made some suggestions: Mother... Grandmother... Both those names, you see, Say how special you are to me; A ready smile to soothe my fears A warm embrace that holds me close A gentle hand to wipe my tears You're made of that stuff that matters most; The years have blurred right by... and now my own little girl is learning to say hi; She's just as special to me as I have been to you, and from us both this special gift says the simple words Mother... Grandmother... WE LOVE YOU! | Posted on 2010-05-03 00:00:00 | by albery | [ Reply to This ] | |