Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

Thank You Mom


Thank you mom! You have been on a long and
Hard journey and you carried me along the way
You may have faltered and fallen, but from
Your goal you did not stray.
You wanted all the best for me that life could ever give
And wanted me to have a heart and learn how to live.
I taught myself that there is only one thing
In life that is truly free, and that is the love of GOD
When he made you for me.
Your stern warnings and your gentle hands
Was all part of your plan.
What was not in your plan and you may not have
Gotten to know – is that I love you more
Than I could ever show.

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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