Dr. Ginny C. Wilson Poems

There is not words to describe a mother’s love.
It is something special that comes from above. You feel it as a little girl when she combs your hair.
It is just something that you know is there. You may be naughty or even get caught telling lies.
But you still see the love when you look in mother’s eyes. Her love is something you see without even looking.
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For many life is a pathway of struggle and strife.
For some it is more painful than the blade of a knife. Each day we awake to see what trials we must face,
Just to continue as part of this human race. For some people, their days are filled with illness and pain,
For them just to live is a terrible strain. For others, the death of a loved one has brought such grief and sorrow,
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Oh my darling, today is the day that we have parted.
You have left me feeling miserable and broken-hearted. Your bright smile and caring ways are gone.
You choose to go and leave me all alone. You know that I loved you so.
But you thought it best that you go. By chance we sometimes meet.
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