You deal with four kids
With the running and screaming
With the “he did it, ” and “no she did it, ”
With the pushing and shoving.
You cleaned up paint
The food we didn’t eat
The things we dropped that broke
And our attitude.
You cried when we stared school
When my brother got married
When we said we didn’t need your help
And when we broke China dishes.
You wished for more alone time
For us to behave more
For us to do what we’re told
And for us to stay kids.
You prayed we would grow-up smart
And strong in our faith in God.
Prayed we would follow our dreams
And do what’s right.
You wanted to relive the precious memories,
Wanted to keep us forever.
Wanted to give us the life you
Never had.
You loved us through thick and thin
When emotions ran high and
When we didn’t want to be in the same room together.
After all that’s said and done,
You’re the best and I’ll always love you. And hope you have a Merry Christmas.
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I would like to translate this poem
i really wish i could say that to my mom...i dont even know where she is or whats shes doin