<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mother's Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Mother’s Day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To Doris C. Mellers) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, May 9,2010 @ 4: 35 PM</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can remember back in the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being a youth back in Buff Bay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our clothing you always made</div><div style="margin:10px 0">School fee was always paid</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relatives never treating you good</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somehow vigilant you stood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bearing you always with malice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tearing down the walls of your palace</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember growing up with a penny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love and care we never lacked any</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our garments she would always darn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amazing things she would make from yarn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother would bring me my lunch everyday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That’s my Mom for she is just that way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’d chase the monsters from under my bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She made sure her family was always fed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No words that could ever convey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deepest love I have for her everyday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above her I would never put anyone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is brighter than the morning sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is the very source of my strength and power</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above all others she’ll always tower</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She believes in me like no other</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love you for you are my mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Mellers">Wilfred Mellers</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=536111" data-title="My Mother's Day de Wilfred Mellers" data-description="My Mother’s Day (To Doris C. Mellers) Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, May 9,2010 @ 4: 35 PM I can remember back in the day Being a youth back in Buff Bay Our clothing you always made School fee was always paid Relatives never ..."></div> </div> </div>

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