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It’s nifty
to become 50.
Your family will be holding
a party in your name.
There will be all
kinds of cake, candy
and drinks.
Please come early and
for Heavens sake don’t forget
your teeth.

This poem was written/submitted by Frank HOulihan.

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Mother;
your sweet voice haunts my mind.
I see your face in my dreams at night,
Your visit is always sweet and kind.
Although you are not with us at this time
I feel your energy; A warmth like sunshine.
I remember how you gave your motherly advice
And your casual conversation was always nice.
Sometimes I feel lost without being able to tell you
Hello or Goodbye.
I feel like there’s nothing left to do but cry.
But I know you would want me to stay strong
I dry my tears and fight to move on.
But still missing you;
Reality creeps in and I think of good times
We miss you but we have to go on with our lives;
I get lonely knowing we will forever be apart
But your memory lives on and will always be in our hearts.

This poem was written/submitted by LaTisha Gaylor.

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You’re the person in my life, in my heart
who i will never forget
you gave me everything and filled my every part
I have nothing to regret

You were beside me at my side
when i was weak and tired
when i was sick
while i was filled with pride

You always supported me
in my troubles in my pain
your a ‘role’ for me to see
your my relief in my strain

I am sorry for everything
for everything i have cause
I love you, your the song i sing
forgive me i know things get worse

This poem was written/submitted by proxy.

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I saw you looking at your hands with disgust
You hate them now and hide them you must
But mama, there’s no shame in hands so worn
Because all they’ve touched since you were born

You say you hate them ‘cause they’re so frail,
So veined and aged and red, not pale
You don’t remember how much they’ve done
To bring the 5 of us to who we’ve become

You don’t remember the love they’ve shown
The tireless tending to us we’ve known
To tying the shoes and showing us how
To guiding us through all we know now

You don’t remember they’ve nurtured us well
That they soothed us so tenderly when we fell
That they hugged and held us when we were hurt
That they scrubbed and cleaned us of the dirt

You don’t remember that they wiped our tears
That they gave us a refuge from our fears
That they washed and doctored our injured knees
And they offered a tissue when we sneezed

You have no reason to hate them now
Without those hands we would not know how
To use our own hands as you once did
To soothe and nurture and worries to rid

We can hopefully teach our young ones now
That our hands are special and that somehow
It all began with your loving hands
They are so special and that’s how it stands
Mama, don’t hate them, ‘cause they’re etched with love
And Daddy’s patiently waiting to hold them, up above

This poem was written/submitted by Marcella L True.

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Where are you when I need you?
when I reach for your hand
the times when i need you
when I need a friend
I still want your arms around me
when I walk into your room
… and you’re not there

Why does it have to be this way
why couldn’t you stay
why does he need you now
why’d he have to take you away

So many people dying
little children crying
why couldn’t I go too
was it too good to be true
No-one needs me like I need you

I lie awake praying for hours
why can’t you take me too
It’s hard to stand in your shoes
How can I be her guide
her wind
her light ahead
when I still need mine

Every day your memory fades
but the pain will never change
the pain.. will never change
I cry at your tomb, begging
please mama please
come back to me
please be the hand that lifts me
be the one that helps me stand

This poem was written/submitted by Debi Lombardi.

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The beauty of my mother,
goes far beyond her looks.
The beauty of my mother,
goes far beyond her smile.
The beauty of my mother,
goes far beyond her touch.
The beauty of my mother,
is deep within her soul.
As I know now,
since I’m a mother,
she’s more precious than gold.
The love she feels,
is so unreal,
for the gifts she was blessed
to be given.
She is my rock,
my precious jewel,
the compass in my life.
She’s so forgiving
and courageous
through her challenges and strife.
Unfortunately, she’s an ocean away.
But luckily, I can call her to say,
“I love you…you are true beauty.”

This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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I feel the need to ask,
Unable to tell my self
Unable to ask anyone
Unable to ask you.

How could you?
Why would you do it?
To me you are baby girl
The most important thing
To you in the world

Why?
When comes to it all
You stood and watched me fall
All the way down
Down far to when I almost died

Now my life is filled with lies
That can’t compare to butterflies
My love is so sweet
For a moment
I thought I lost you and me!!!

Lately I have been thinking about
All the ups and downs
That seems to bring my life
Down and around
All the bends and dips Like a roller coaster

Being on a emotional
Roller coaster makes it all
Fall into place
My perfect world came to an end
But it was just a dream
That turned to reality….

This poem was written/submitted by britni lowe.

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