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If an elderly Mom is one hundred and five,
And her eighty year old son is by her side,
that man is her pride and joy,
And still …... her little boy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Austin Avatar
July 30, 2011 at 1:47 PM
Hey! This is almost to the point of becoming common place - a few more years. Love these musings. daver
Ball Avatar
July 27, 2011 at 10:45 PM
Yes indeed. I've told my girls over and over. when they tell me they are now grown women that when they are 80yrs. old they will still be my babies. Great job my friend. God Bless, JB
Neels Avatar
July 27, 2011 at 1:16 AM
This is so true Robert.. I guess it is just one of those things hey.. In a mom's eyes her son will remain her little boy no matter what.. Off to start my day now ;) hope yours will be a great one ;-) lfde Wilma
Cooke Avatar
July 26, 2011 at 8:46 AM
some one is every mothers son, love it , steve from sheffield
Mehta Avatar
July 25, 2011 at 9:08 PM
What a profound and sentimental thought, Robert. For a mother a son is a son how great or a big he is,
Mellott Avatar
July 25, 2011 at 8:20 PM
Crisp, refreshing and nostalgic all in the same breath. Well done!
Peranteau Avatar
July 25, 2011 at 7:54 PM
Awesome write dear poet ! My mom died last year...I know how true your words are here ! Have a wonderful week Robert ! Much love, james
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