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Tim Romines

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Mom


Mom

Some say I chose you
Other may say it was not our chose
No matter how you see it
We were put together for a reason
You talked to me and sang to me
I cried, laughed and smiled
You fed me and nurtured me
I grew and learned how to be me
You gave me support when I needed it
Sometimes I look at it as a burden
But later in life I realized the meaning
You were there when nobody else was
I never appreciated it more than I do now
You gave me a foundation in which to build
My blocks have fallen many times but I rebuild
Just knowing that you have passed on your strengths
Keeps me going and keeps me positive
The older I get the more that I understand
All the times we argued were for my own development
So thank you Mom for being able to stand
When I didn’t think I wanted you to
Thanks you for never giving up
When I thought you should have.
And thanks you for never losing faith in me
When I had lost it in myself
There are no words or any amount of money
That can repay you for the work that you have done
So I leave you with a simple
Thank you and I love you

T Romines 05-03-2009

Submitted: Sunday, May 03, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 03, 2009

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