Treasure Island

Serene Sapphire

(01/01/01 / Australia)

M.O.T.H.E.R


M.... is for the million things she gave me
O.... is for the old that she may grow some day
T.... is for the tears she shed to save me
H.... is for her heart of purest gold
E.... is for everything she did for me
R.... is for the right and right she'll always be
Put them all together and they spell MOTHER,
A word that means the world to me

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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I wrote this ages ago when I was 5

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  • Lyn Paul (6/22/2013 5:16:00 AM)

    Any Mother would be proud to have these words written from their childs heart. Pretty special Destiny. I am to save this. (Report) Reply

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