mother's day

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Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal Without mothers, there will be no living
This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Her reign in the heart Her face with a smirk I do not have to say anything Before she gets everything She nurse me She tutor me That was all enough But watched cartoon with me
1  Sweet scent of roses,     Chocolates, and tea cozies,     Mother's Day kisses.   2  Mother's crocheted shawl     Wraps me for my winter stroll:     Like her warm embrace.  
Your smile lights up my life. Whenever I see your face I feel joy. In your arms I feel safe. Talking with you I feel content. With your words of encouragement I can conquer the world.
Happy Mother's Day From the bottom of my heart. I will always love you, Even when we part. I may not be here Today or tomorrow, But I wish you the best In all of your sorrow.
You've taken care of me from the start, even before I had a beating heart. Singing me to sleep and tucking me in bed, placing your sweet kisses upon my head. You gave me baths and healed my wounds,
The one who lovesThe one who holds The one who's heart is made of goldPrecious to us as diamonds to the world
Usted es la flor que vive en la desierto Cuando el calor es fuerte y no hay agua Todavia puedes vives Tu eres la milagre del mundo  
Sé que nos peleamos, Y que te saco la piedra. Se que me regañas, Pero lo haces de amor. Sé que no siempre soy fácil, Y te preocupó por mi manera de ser. Se que me vez en una luz diferente,
My mother is special. That’s what they say When they drag me away From that shiny white room And I ask if I may
Dear Mother, I love you So Happy Mother’s Day  To all mothers, but mostly you   You’re always there To get me on my feet You’re always there
she brought me into this world, 19 and unsure. she is a queen among royals.  now I am 19 and unsure, and if I had a child of my own i would be stuck in a much deeper hole than I am right now. 
Roses are red, Violets are blue, But that is not the start, Of my poem for you.
Thank you, mother, for the things you do. I would be nothing, were it not for you.
Heaven is the place where you were created A place where there is no such thing as over-rated Precisely crafted into the mother you are today Picking me up when I am down You are the best mother all around  
Sometimes I wake up and think, “It just can’t be true, That I have a mother as great as you,” Every morning, as Dad and I get up to go away, You always greet us, “good morning, and have a good day!”
Oh the Comfort The peace The joy And the love That flows From you to me Dear Mother You give me attention That delivers affection Direction And understanding to me
Second Sunday of May my father brought my brother, mother, and I to our favorite breakfast place to celebrate the holiday. I was young, just five years old. My brother two years my elder.
9 months, 14 hours, 18 years, and more to come. Kids take time. It’s a rule of thumb. 180 7-hour days. Plus training, 4-H, Bowl, and more Back home late, homework, relax.
Even though she doesn't know it, I'm always thinking about my mom. I remember everything she's ever told me, when she used to hold me, and dressing me for prom. Confident and calm; That's where i get it.
Always there for you, Because you need them to. Cures all your tears, Drains all your fears. Even when time's are tough, Frequently you do more than enough. Goodness you are great,
little girls riding their bikes through cement floors looking searching for the womanhood in their mothers faces finding full length clothing that is hiding behind drugs
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