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    THIS POEM MY MOM MADE FOR ME

    MOM

    Before I was a Mom,
    I never tripped over toys
    or forgot words to a lullaby.
    I didn't worry whether or not
    my plants were poisonous.
    I never thought about immunizations.

    Before I was a Mom,

    I had never been puked on.
    Pooped on..
    Chewed on.
    Peed on.
    I had complete control of my mind
    and my thoughts.
    I slept all night.

    Before I was a Mom,

    I never held down a screaming child
    so doctors could do tests.
    Or give shots.
    I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
    I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
    I never sat up late hours at night
    watching a baby sleep.

    Before I was a Mom,

    I never held a sleeping baby just because
    I didn't want to put her down.
    I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
    when I couldn't stop the hurt.
    I never knew that something so small
    could affect my life so much.
    I never knew that I could love someone so much.
    I never knew I would love being a Mom.

    Before I was a Mom,

    I didn't know the feeling of
    having my heart outside my body..
    I didn't know how special it could feel
    to feed a hungry baby.
    I didn't know that bond
    between a mother and her child.
    I didn't know that something so small
    could make me feel so important and happy.

    Before I was a Mom,

    I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
    every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
    I had never known the warmth,
    the joy,
    the love,
    the heartache,
    the wonderment
    or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
    I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
    before I was a Mom.


    I love you!
     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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    REPAIR 0
    STRANGER 0
    MOM 0
    FIGHTS 0
    tue or false 0
    WHAT TO SAY 0
    TRUTH 0
    LIFE 1
    change -1
    friends 1
    DREAM 0
    yourself 0
    SUN 0
    one drink 0
    only you 0
    to much, to handle 0
    SOUL 0
    REAL 0
    FATHER? 0
    LOVE 0