A long time ago a mother was by the sea,
Watching her dreams go by slowly.
Her dreams flowed on and on till open waters pulled them in.
Each had a blessing noted he or she, a girl or a boy would become of thee.
As the mothers dreams when out in the open she prayed to God that they would become something someday.
The mother of her children as she watched them grow she knew someday she would have to go.
On a designed day this mother prevailed, on this beautiful May Day I opened and prayed and designated 2nd Sunday on the 14th Day, to be spread around the world as Mother’s Day.
Then she died and was gone, by her day stayed forever and was honored by all.
Now all will remember on that day in May is day to celebrate all mothers in their own special way.
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A Mother Watched
This is a mother's day poem I wrote a really long time ago. Please feel free to comment it because then I feel special. Hope you like it! (Also its sad and I'm sorry if you enter some state of depression behind it.)
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Is me sad face.....
Help me Look like this:
Pwease! sad
Help me Look like this:
Pwease! sad