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What my mother will always mean to me |
| As I begin to close the chapter Of our life as we know it, I wonder if you know the Things I will remember. I will remember the little things – The meals you cooked, The sheets you washed, The smiles you gave. I will remember the times that You tucked me into bed, Kissed my cheek And smoothed my hair. I will remember the times when You took me out for treats, To make me smile, Just because. I will remember the nights when You held me, soothed me, Until I could sleep, because I was Sick, and I needed you. I will remember the parties you Planned for me, my fifth Birthday, with the fairy castle Cake and the magician. I will remember the pink Piece of paper that you Blue tacked above my bed, Just to say ‘I love you.’ I will remember these things, But most of all, I will remember the love you gave, Even when I was bad. And as I finish this chapter and Cross into the next blank page, I will hold tight to the hand That has always led me, Safe, back into your arms. |