mary
my mother,
my sheild,
my back,
and my
all..
my mother mary is kind and bold.
over the years i have taken advantage of her but i have now realized how much she has done for me. she is my all. she makes me full of joy way down in my heart and soul.
i have a new place in my heart where i keep her love placed on a platter and watch every second pass by. mary has tought me to think with my mind and dont let any one treat you like a nothing. but dont let the anger take place of where joy is placed. so i laugh to be joyful. and hold my head high though tough times.
mary is a dove in my soul and a beauty to all things. strong among storms and a feather twards conflict. i love my mom and care for her so, to not have her love would be a burden to my heart.
a dove that floted and withstands the storm i love mary my mom my friend.
to be gone would break my heart, to not have a love so pure so white. a joyess time, a day gone by, where i think of her as a time that never dies.
her love is pure, her joy so fine, a love like that,
that ill never forget what she has done to to improve my life.
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Wow I really like this one! I like the way you explained you mom and the words you used for her.... I had those feelings many times and I like the feeling, It just lets you know you're alive and somebody loves/cares for you....AWESOME!
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