Oh Mother and Father.
How my respect has no boundaries.
Whenever aid was needed.
You sowed the benefits I reap now.
You never cease to amaze how much you cared and put up with.
You will never be forgotten in our hearts wherever we go.
We - ? I say my sister and I.
Never did you give up on us during the hard and the very tough.
You will be our role model, while perhaps you not know it.
We are eternally proud.
To my mother and father.
you came to this world
as by soft angel wings,
for a mother that loves
and a father that sings.
to tell just how happy
he felt at your birth
you sweet little person
thats new to this earth,
to your mother and father
you gave a smile.
and they felt such pleasure
as there stunned for a while,
then they hold you so gently
as you wave your arms
with your smile and golden charms
your a loving baby makes our live worth while
now years are past
and you do grow old,
your still our baby
that we love to hold,
with the world is your ouster to
your mother n father
will always love you,,,,
Mother and daughters are best friends,
so why is it now we have just begun.
All the times I wished you were there,
but all i could do was say a prayer.
Now grown up it is starting to come clear,
although I could not see you,
in my heart in a little box is where it cares.
Times have changed lot's has gone on,
but for you and me we hung on.
Never acting quite loving for it was a fright,
we act a lot alike and I do not mind.
I know you are thinking about me all the time.
No matter what anyone said to hurt your name.
Believe me, mom I never took it in vain.
I know we missed out on a lot of things.
Life is nowhere near over,
so why not start now and have some fun?
As mother and daughter we have just begun.
Growing up is hard even harder as a teen
Only you are right and everyone else is being mean
Problems are epic and situations turn so bad,
And instead of trying - you act out pretty mad.
In my story handed there's only one to blame,
Names are for later here's the truth of fame.
My mother tried to teach me to wait on being a mom,
That I was too young and so much could go wrong.
Instead of listening I persisted on it more and more,
Until that moment that lose finally took score.
I never lost something and it felt like my own life was gone,
If only I had listened then I wouldn't be so wrong.
My mother tried to tell me stay in school you need too,
For living isn't cheep please baby I'm begging you.
Instead of listening I moved out into another state of course,
I knew what I was doing and no more stupid chores.
Lived in and out of houses had many jobs indeed,
Hell has a pretty color but only bad wounds bleed.
If only I had listened when she tried to teach me...
My mother whom i called for with every problem I'd see,
Would open up her arm's even so share the tears with me.
my mother always told me
my mother always told me that i would grow up to be nothing,
lose every thing,
hope for anything
and spend the rest of my life praying to be or see something
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