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Mom Was Always there First


My mom was my first teacher, love, and
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It's 4am Mom.....
Sometimes in my dreams you will appear. 
Your touch or voice I long to hear.
But can't seem to get you near no matter how hard I try and steer.
...

She is the soft kiss like that of a cool summer breeze.
Her inner beauty more colorful than the falling autumn leaves.

She has always been here then there, She is like a magician appearing out of thin air.
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Your cute little smirk, dark brown eyes, head full of hair, scent of an angel, skin so soft, what else can I SAY.
I was in love and it had only been just one DAY.

One day,   then a month, then a year and ANOTHER
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Over, over, again, and again.
It's like looking through a massive hour glass but the sand never ends.
Danm its the same game, don't you relize your not going to win.
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Where did you go?
Do you know?
When will I go, or you, or you?
And when you do.
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Mom Was Always There First

Mom Was Always there First


My mom was my first teacher, love, and
friend,
I miss her more and more as each day comes to an end,
She taught me my abc's how to count to 10.

She would come up with games to play with me,
Hours we would spend playing "Redia-ma-redia-marie I see something you don't see......

She taught me how to ride a bike,
Always try to avoid a fight....lol.

She taught me how to dance as a shy awkward teen,
She supported and loved me even when I was mean.

She held me like a baby when I had my first heart ache,
She was my #1 teammate.

She always believed in me no matter how many mistakes I have made,
She would say "this too shall pass" for tomorrow is a new day.

She was my own personnel cook,
Prepared with love and a one of a kind look.

She was my Sunday school teacher, taught me about God, and how to pray.

My confidant who always knew just what to say,
My mother was perfect in each and every way.

Every night I restlessly toss, turn, and struggle to sleep,
My tears flow like a dam that appears to be weak.

How can I get over losing my first teacher, love, and friend,
When the pain never seems to end.

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