The warmth of her arms
the spine tingling feeling
the sense of security
in my mother's arms
I am home
its a boundary
a line that * no one
can ever cross
yes they did try but couldn't triumph over me
don't know 'bout you but
some people have lost their mothers
just in case you did not know
ITS NOT A NICE FEELING
some treasure her because you only have *one mother
while on the hand others just take her for granted
well they are they and I am me
I don't yet know what it feels like to
lose a mother but I've heard stories..............
all I have to say to those who yet don't
know how important a mother is especially boys
TREASURE WHILE YOU HAVE THE TIME because when the
time is finished, that's it no more time
so take from all the stories I've heard
you must treasure her while you can
this poem was written for all the ungrateful fools that take their moms for granted. I've went to funerals and the children wanted to jump into the grave hole,they said why couldn't it be them so I beg of you don't take her for granted you WILL regret this