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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Loving was mother’s hand that convinced me to understand To give was better to than to receive, this I do believe For life is no bed of roses for a weary head that opposes What man unjustly delivers even to trusting givers. Compassion was mother’s rule, to never be cruel Or make fun of others including sisters and brothers Get along even if you are wrong, it will make you strong For good is might, be polite and don’t fight, no matter who’s right. Mother’s hand was gentle and kind that would often remind When you stepped out of line with a swat on your behind She loved you still even until her days’ end she did fulfill Never to forget her affection and her bonding connection. Often mother would make me laugh for my sake on her behalf When I was down and out she turned my world about Made me smile even for a while, with her words she did beguile Stern with a heart made of gold, never cold, a perfect mold. She often guided my dream whether or not it was extreme Letting me decide before I tried and before my worlds did collide Getting me to see what was there for me and what could be If I took the road where rivers flowed and avoid carrying a heavy load. Mother instilled a character of kindness without social blindness Always respect the older generation they are our foundation They had interesting stories to tell that would impel a lasting relation With such imagination and non-stop conversation with no reservation. Mother’s hand is with me still, to this day until we meet again Her thoughts follow my heart, in my art; I know we are never apart Her words are what I write; she’s never far, or out of sight She has left these gifts for free, so others can see her soul in me. Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey Second Place Winner ~ "Life's Personal Impressive Meanings” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Freeman April 1, 2010
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