Mommy -- I'm hungry, Mommy -- I'm tired
A job from which she can't be fired
She can't be retired or even quit
Mommy is Mommy and that's it
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Today was a day for remembering, Dad, of things we did and said
Going back many years -- of stories told when you tucked me in bed
Pretending we were on a ship -- floating off to many lands
Finding secret treasures -- always holding hands.
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Two hands to guide us in our ways
Everlasting patience through the days
A loving heart full of dreams
A face with pride, that always beams
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I'm thinking of you mom -- as the years go swiftly by
I start remembering little things and heave a happy sigh
It didn't seem so long ago, when I was just a child
I can't help wondering -- if sometimes I drove you wild
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My poetry is an outpouring
of all my thoughts and deeds
A way to share accomplishments,
disappointments, and needs
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