Today I have been issued a dare, by my peer,
If I do what they ask I will get in trouble, but they swear,
my life they will not spear
And if I don't they will make me into a rubble I am so
scared, who cares?
Tonight I can't sleep, this trouble is too deep,
I can't make a peep, I began to weep,
Is there no one who cares? That I am so scared?
Because of my Peers, I am filled with fears
I cried out in despair, is there no one who cares?
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
He started this whole mess,
Whe he met your mom.
Then as we all know-you can guess,
These two fell in love. He became a saint to a lot of folks,
Especially his sons and daughters.
Everybody knew him for his jokes,
His family admired him to no end. Dad was a clown and full of fun.
He tries hard to please us kids.
When he's always on the run.
He does eveything he can, to accept our bids. He was and is mom's favorite,
My friends have left. Far away, my darling is asleep.
Outside, it's as dark as pitch.
I'm saying words to myself, words that are white
in the lamplight and when I'm half-asleep I begin
to think about my mother. Autumnal recollection.
Really, under the cover of winter, it's as if I know
everything---even what my mother is doing now.
She's at home in the kitchen. She has a small child's stove
toward which the wooden rocking horse can trot,
she has a small child's stove, the sort nobody uses today, but
She did not fit in before he came along,
She always seemed so alone and withdrawn;
He put her at ease, the perfect gentleman,
Made her life complete when he took her hand. They dated often throughout high school,
Being known as a couple was really "cool",
When he went off to college, they drifted apart,
She saw other guys, but kept him in her heart. They had made plans to start dating again,
At a Christmas party for all their good friends;
She was so excited, "Mom," she said,
"This time I know Kevin and I will wed!" Soon she learned of his death, and suffered such pain,
Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all?
Mother is such a simple word,
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today,
My mother’s love showed me the way.
You are the Thunder and I am Lightning
And I Love the Way You, Know Who You are to me
Cause Mom You are a firework
My Moon in times of darkness
red, blue, pink and white
warm and fresh from wind and sun
bouquet smiles and joy
so lovely and hued
from drinking sun day to day
my mom sniffs the blooms
the honeybee hums
in amber scenes of summer
She’s frequently there with an opinion…
Often willing to share free advice…
She wants us all to find a way to be happy…
And to one another she wants us to be nice…
She has forever been an wonderful mother…
And she continues to be one to this day…
But if we do something to get on her bad side…
We should do our best to stay out of her way…
Birds of a feather
There’s no stronger bond
Than a mom’s love for her children...
Thank you, mom
For all you have done..
For me and our family
You were the one...
a mother's tale is to love and care
there is laundry everywhere
dishes in the sink
oh no my daughter painted herself pink
fingerprints on the door
oh crap dog poo on the floor
mom, where's my coat?
why do i have one glove?
the bathroom is now a moat
it seems neverending