<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342387" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood '(Third)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You filled my life with joy <br>on that hot sticky summer day </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daddy had hoped the old car would live to <br>take us to the hospital and back-it did just that-<br>and earning its place in the car grave yard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In spite of the tangled web you'd woven, you<br>were destined to cross the threshold of sixties<br>into the seventies by valiantly fighting to unwind the<br>cord from around your neck and lifted to safety.<br>We were separated and you became 'you'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boo, your tender heart and patience has been my delight.<br>You have a way of smiling appreciation for ordinary<br>things and changing them into extraordinary ones.<br>You stand tall, a man, in the theatre of time.<br>Son, mama's love is only one dimension of your life! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son, from a little boy to present, I promised you a 'BIG CHECK'.<br>I have to admit that it must've gotten lost in the mail, but <br>Now, I give you my love...take it<br>and deposit it in your heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I share my rainbow, too <br>Admire its beautiful colors and shape: <br>The arc will be your protection. <br>You can't touch it-no one can. <br>But chase it to your delight, yet you<br>Can't catch it without rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poetess gift: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On teary days, wrap yourself in rainbow's rays: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet…a lifetime gift. So cherish it! Finally my dear, I want you to enjoy this special day-and others too. Knowing that after the lightning, the storms, and rain… a burst of sunlight will brighten your way! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy Birthday, son! <br>July 6,2006</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=342387" data-title="A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood '(Third) de Almedia Knight Oliver" data-description="You filled my life with joy on that hot sticky summer day Daddy had hoped the old car would live to take us to the hospital and back-it did just that- and earning its place in the car grave yard. In spite of the tangled web you'd woven, you ..."></div> </div> </div>

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