<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, and Blood (first)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her First born that seems so long ago: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peering into my mind...<br>Look at what I see! <br>Life-form swimming in sap, <br>nourished by condemnation and shame.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little unnamed baby <br>laying quietly in arms, <br>What to do with this little stanger? <br>None other to name you but me and<br>Desperately needing on the job training! <br>Days, weeks, and months<br>Were the only teachers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son, step into the now, a half century <br>Oh my! How time flies! Oftentimes, <br>it’s when a son becomes a man that a mother<br>Realizes the many ways he touches her heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a young man you were filled with so many dream. <br>But more than that you had hopes and aspirations, <br>Facing them on your own terms, you attained them.<br>Son, you earned them! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On this special day, I want you to know<br>you don't have to earn my love.<br>My tissues, bones, and blood, I'm<br>grateful to you for being a wondertul<br>son, husband, father, and brother. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorry! No do-over-for the first one…yet <br>without my making mistakes, <br>you may not have made anything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy Birthday, son! <br>February 9,2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Almedia+Knight+Oliver">Almedia Knight Oliver</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342384" data-title="A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, and Blood (first) de Almedia Knight Oliver" data-description="Her First born that seems so long ago: Peering into my mind... Look at what I see! Life-form swimming in sap, nourished by condemnation and shame. A little unnamed baby laying quietly in arms, What to do with this little stanger? None ot..."></div> </div> </div>

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