<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577381" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's 46<br>but like a baby she clings<br>so obsessed with feeling wanted<br>she was never ment to be a mother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's 15<br>takes herself so seriously<br>Has to be the mature one<br>has to pretend things are okay<br>She rarely laughs<br>rarely smiles<br>Oh, The mother child<br>At night she curls in a ball<br>clawing, clinging to her dreams<br>She dreams of laughter, fun, and smiles<br>She dreams of screaming and running for miles<br>But thats all they are<br>Because when she wakes<br>her mother lyes waiting, pleading<br>for the little mother child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kelsi+Brockway">Kelsi Brockway</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=577381" data-title="The Mother Child de Kelsi Brockway" data-description="She's 46 but like a baby she clings so obsessed with feeling wanted she was never ment to be a mother She's 15 takes herself so seriously Has to be the mature one has to pretend things are okay She rarely laughs rarely smiles Oh, The mother child..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black