When I was little,
Mom held me in her arms.
She read to me,
sang me lullabies...
Now I am a grown up,
Tall and strong.
Mom looks so small,
weak and fragil.
I hold her in my arms,
and I read to her now.
Touching one. Deeply moved.
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soul-touching poem, simple but beautiful
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12/28/2009 postreply
21:15:25
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I am not the original author of the "peom".
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12/28/2009 postreply
21:21:51
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Correction: on mothers -- on Mother's Day
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12/28/2009 postreply
21:23:37
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Good for you -
-billnet-
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12/28/2009 postreply
22:04:07