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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564302" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother Day (Good Son And Daughter Are True Treasure)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had a father, <br>who died much earlier, <br>leaving young our mother, <br>as a widow, <br>with much sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He also left her a small box of jewels, <br>which she had to sell, <br>piece by piece, <br>for her children's need, <br>for our sickness to seek, <br>a doctor for relief, <br>for our hunger to feed, <br>with a willing heart indeed, <br>for our bodies physically to grow, <br>for our education, she had a seed of knowledge to sow, <br>finally the jewel box became a hollow.<br>so for money she had to borrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some handsome men made her heart leap, <br>but ' never remarry ' a promise to her husband, she keeps, <br>Missing him made her....hurt so deep, <br>wiping her tears every night in silent weep..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day, money was in urgent need, <br>she could not make both ends meet, <br>with her heart painfully bleed, <br>she went to a pawn shop, <br>because for loving us, nothing could stop, <br>to borrow money with her wedding ring, <br>so sorrowful like her heart pierced by a bee sting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she worked in a factory for shitty night shift, <br>though back-breaking she endured the hardship with a true grit.<br>But she was happy to see us growing bodily, mentally, spiritually fit, <br>regarding us the God's gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One after another, we went into work force, <br>earning salaries as a steady source, <br>for her wedding ring, we saved money to redeem, <br>so that she could smile with a gleam, <br>because it was our turn to treat her like a queen, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the wedding ring returns and dwells on her finger, <br>not for a moment but forever, <br>making her happier and happier, <br>knowing that her sons and daughters are a true treasure.<br>For trading her wedding ring with a million, she would say ' no '<br>because it is her husband's token of soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(A tribute to single mothers)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=U+Win+Kyi">U Win Kyi</a><div class=q>
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who died much earlier, 
leaving young our mother, 
as a widow, 
with much sorrow.

He also left her a small box of jewels, 
which she had to sell, 
piece by piece, 
for her children's need, 
for our sickness to seek, 
a doctor fo..."></div>
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