幸福的滋味
周日早晨醒來 匆匆忙忙下樓 把筆記本放到包裏 咦,這是什麽? 卡片上還係了個紅繩?
來不及打開繩結 掀開卡片一角 兒子那熟悉的字體 闖進我的眼睛 Mom: For seventen years, you've always been there. Whenever I needed to shed a tear, or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be,
。。。。。。 Love, your son” 一目十行地往下看 淚水已盈滿了眼瞼 老公喊著吃飯 終於沒有忍住 熱淚流淌了一臉
佯裝著去衛生間 偷偷地拭去啼痕 那副沒出息的樣子 不能讓他看見
老公還是看出了異樣 默默地不敢多言 我本來想說出原委 還是忍住了 隻默默地在心裏 讓那幸福的滋味 綿延。。。。。。
母親節的早晨看到兒子偷偷放進我包裏的卡片, 兒子寫的第一首象詩的東東給老媽不爭氣的眼淚珠兒給逗下來。 附:兒子的第一首詩: Mom: For seventen years, you've always been there. Whenever I needed to shed a tear, or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be, Without the wisdom and knowledge that you passed onto me. Now I'm on my path to be happy, to finish high school and attend University. At times I may be unappreciative and sore, but in the end I realize that you're the best mom a son could ask for.
So today is your special day, your time to be free of your worries.
Happy mother's day! Love, your son
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