Who I really am is the mother of six kids and Woody's wife.
quote by Anne Northup
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You Better Sit Down Kids
Better sit down kids
Ill tell you why, kids
You might not understand, kids
But give it a try, kids
Now how should I put this
Ive got something to say
You mother is staying
But Im going away
No, were not mad, kids
Its hard to say why
Your mother and i
Dont see eye to eye
Say your prayers before you go to bed
Make sure you get yourself to school on
Time
I know youll do the things your mother
Asks
Shes gonna need you most to stay in
Line
Keep in mind your mothers gonna need
Your help a whole lot more than she
Ever did before
No more fights over little things
Because
I wont be here to stop them anymore
I know you dont want this, neither do
We
But sometimes things happen
That we cant foresee
Now try to be calm, kids
And dont look so sad
Just cause I am leaving
Ill still be your dad
Just remember I love you
And though Im not here
Just call if you need me
And Ill always be near
(repeat chorus)
Well, I have to go now
So kiss me goodbye
My eyes are just red, kids
Im too big to cry
song performed by by Cher
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A Mother's Heart.
Mother's heart is always so PURE,
That always makes you CURE.
Mother's heart always WORRIES,
When she hears kids QUERIES.
Mother's heart is always with COMFORT,
When kids are in TROUBLE.
Mother's heart is always STRONG,
When we try to mend our WRONGS.
Mother's heart is always at TASK,
When we always ASK.
Mother's heart is always at CALL,
When we always FALL.
Mother's heart is always RIGHT,
When we take things LIGHT.
And if I had a choice of Mother's -
You would be the on I'd select.
poem by Anju Addanki
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No More Living Dead, Zombie Kids
What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
Don't you care?
Maybe you don't. But I do.
Don't you remember back when
you had feelings
for your wife, girlfriend,
husband, boyfriend,
mother, father,
grandma, grandpa,
or brother or sister, or friend?
So please let these kids
live a normal life
instead of being the living dead zombies.
Let the boys be boys
Let the girls be girls.
Let them show feelings,
show emotions, show love.
I want to hear their laughter,
hear them chatter kids talk.
I want to see them play,
run, learn, just having fun.
Let these kids live and grow
a normal life.
They could be the future mother,
future father,
future husband, wife,
future author, writer or a poet,
future president,
future owner of a company,
future farmer, future teacher, etc....
But they can't
if you keep on feeding them
with these killer drugs.
Please for once listen to somebody
even me.
You know who I'm talking to...
it's you the one who sells
and manufactures
cocaine, crank, LSD, marijuana,
acid, etc....
Maybe it's too late for you
to live a normal life
But don't let it
be too late for the kids
if you really care.
Please no more living dead,
zombie kids.
poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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The long time support
My mother loves me more than my wife.
I love my mother more than my wife.
I have decided to lean on my wife,
A stake lasting longer than my mother.
08.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Devil world
my wife and
my mother
fight
every day
at home
some time
on street
i did not ask
my mother
i am asking something
only my wife
wife say 'your mother
was bad...nasty...'
some bad words
my mother also
comment 'your wife bad
irrresptable person...'
many bad things
i was sad
too sad
i am not leaving on
earth
that time
i was leaving on
devil world...
you also leave
love devil
live devils...
for only my children...
for my states...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Love of man and woman
As a boy, one loves one’s mother.
As a man, one loves one’s wife
As a father one loves one’s kids.
Mother’s love is irrespective of age.
A wife loves her husband for her children.
Children grown up, they are left
To love each other for companionship
And later for their helplessness.
05.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Honour to Women
The woman is my mother,
She is the wife of my father.
The woman is my wife,
She is also the mother of my children.
I love my mother,
My children love their mother, too;
So, I respect my beloved wife.
Every woman with the veil of Mother is honoured by all,
Heaven lying at the feet of mother, every woman moves proudly.
poem by Supanul Islam Supan
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Sorry, mother
Mother! I love you more than my wife.
Mother! You love me more than my wife does.
Mother! You will not outlive my wife,
Whom I need to lean on after you.
Sorry! I am listening to my wife.
23.07.2009.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Christmas past
Christmas past
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
poem by Michael Gelb
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Sandra
BY BARRY MANILOW AND ENOCH ANDERSON
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She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Mother and wife
Mother by all is a giver.
Wife by all is a taker.
You regard more the latter
As she is your child’s mother.
Mother is the shell;
Wife is the endosperm
30.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At the Sidewalk...
the mother was peeling
raw, green mangoes
selling them to kids in the
nearby elementary school
her son plays alone near
the bakery
there are no other kids
there anyway
lots of people walking to
and from like pendulums
the mother was so busy
attending to her small livelihood
the little boy falls off the sidewalk
hits her forehead on the pavement
the mother did not notice because
the street is noisy
at first the boy cried then stood up
and rearranges everything
he appears to his mother and
attaches his body on her side
the mother kisses his forehead
as though nothing happens
there must be a story behind this
why the boy has no father
why the mother takes charge of
having to sell mangoes to earn
she takes shelter under a big umbrella
beside a vending bicycle...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Drive To Please
I stole wares with which to please mother.
I got bribes with which to please my wife.
I corned cash with which to please my kids.
I begged gifts with which to please my grandkids.
The drive to please has taken away my shame.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sandra
(barry manilow / enoch anderson)
Shes a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says....
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Shes a sweetheart except when shes moody
Its hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when michaels kept late at the shop
A martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says....
I swear I love my husband
And I love my kids
And, though I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the movies
Now its seldom, if ever, they go
Once you pay for the sitter, and parking the car
Theres no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist, quite by mistake
It was real touch and go for a while
She says....
Oh god, I love my husband
And I love my kids
Well, I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Mother’s vacuum stays.
Mother is more concerned for son
His wife cannot match her.
Wife is more concerned for her child
Yet, one goes after one’s wife
And wakes up when mother is no more.
23.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.
quote by Woody Allen
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Value is felt late
As a boy by mother,
As a lad by girl,
As a man by wife, and
As father by kids
I was loved.
As the old, by none
I am loved.
Pity, only now I want them
15.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In my house I'm the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.
quote by Woody Allen
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Life Comes Crashin
'Times are tough.'
said the mother.
'I've had enough.'
said the dad.
And one by one the kids all knew
that what they had known
all was through.
Sadness came and eyes were filled
with the saltiness of tears.
The mother cried.The dad just sighed
and the kids were filled with fears.
How could this happen in the USA,
the freeest country in the world today? ? ?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Protection
The things you're doing are
Illegal in your own country
So you travel around the world
Looking for your heaven
Little girls are waiting there
Forced to be abused
By you
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as she's sitting there
She's playing with her girlfriends
She is playing with her dolls
Tries to catch a butterfly
But when the monster comes in
She has to put up make-up
Again
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as you're lying there
The sheets you lie on
Are all full of blood
The cross you pray on
But where's your god
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
Nooo
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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