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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A True Mom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees, <br>To those of losing myself to another world, <br>You were always there for me.<br>You were the mother in my heart, <br>The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.<br>You held my hand when we crossed the street, and when <br>I crossed that bridge from sanity to unreality.<br>At that moment when I began to lose myself-<br>You stood before me with open arms.<br>In my make believe world, I was a little girl at twenty one-<br>This nobody understood, but you showered me with your love-<br>The mother of my dreams- you were not make believe.<br>I would give you dandelion stems, their thistles gone, or<br>A thorny and wilted rose- and to you- they were always beautiful.<br>My aunt, my mother, and my sister you were<br>But most important, my best friend.<br>In those moments when I mistrusted that world<br>Spinning out of control, in your world, I believed.<br>Your house was my castle, my sanctuary, and my safe haven.<br>Last week you told me that you were leaving this world-<br>The lights are dimming as thunder claps, and with a<br>Gust of wind, you shall be gone…<br>You shall always be the mother<br>I carry safely inside my heart.<br>Day turns to night, dawn to dusk, and after the sunsets, <br>I am left here in the darkness wondering<br>Where those dandelion thistles are dancing now? <br>I am certain that you shall remember how beautiful<br>Their stem was the day I gave it to you, <br>My mother of my heart, soul and spirit.<br>When they tear your house down, <br>In my thoughts my palace shall forever remain.<br>It was there that court jesters made me laugh, and<br>From a little princess I grew to become a queen.<br>If your rays of hope and light had not<br>Shone upon my desperate and wounded soul, <br>A pauper without a place or home <br>In this world, I may be.<br>After you are gone, I know that deep inside<br>That your spirit shall always live on, <br>Bandaging my skinned knees and<br>Listening with close attention to my tears…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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To those of losing myself to another world, 
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The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.
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