Mom held me in her arms.
She read to me,
sang me lullabies...
Now I am a grown up,
Tall and strong.
Mom looks so small,
weak and fragil.
I hold her in my arms,
and I read to her now.
• soul-touching poem, simple but beautiful -billnet- ♂ (184 bytes) () 12/28/2009 postreply 21:15:25
• I am not the original author of the "peom". -amazing_grace- ♀ (341 bytes) () 12/28/2009 postreply 21:21:51
• Correction: on mothers -- on Mother's Day -amazing_grace- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/28/2009 postreply 21:23:37
• Good for you - -billnet- ♂ (66 bytes) () 12/28/2009 postreply 22:04:07