Ring, ring, Hello God, I'd like to talk to my mother  please."
             Why? Who is she?
Well, God, She is the one who gave me birth.
Who raised me when I was little.She is the one who had all the answers when I needed them.
She is the guy who stayed by my side when I was sick.
Well, God, she is the one that cried when I went to school the very first day.
She was here to pull those off that fought with me.
She was the for the high school years.
To see us walks the halls with our former love.
Also, God, she came to see us marry the love of our lives.
She liked to see the first and all her grandchildren to be born.
                 AS proud as she could be!
   She was still there when we needed her.
So God, wonders if you know who she is $
I know I do! And what you try to me to tell her?
                  Well God.
I ask you to thank her for being our mother.
And though she is not here. We all love and miss persons her.
Say to her that things are fine and not to worry.
That she did a great job. And to face all of us.
             Can you do that?
Why sure I Can For You. She Is Great To Me
         Click , Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Oh shed no tears it makes hard to steer.
As this racer comes so dear.
As I enter turn one I see what I have done.
On to turn two this is something new.
Racing in to turn three is now no breeze.
I come to turn four there will be no more.
I now stand at the wall that has taken
those to fall.
I watch the new racer who will set the pace.
"So on to the finishline,Oh son of mine

GUARDIAN  ANGEL


  Oh Guardian Angel of mine. Guide me through the night Keep me safe
From those who fight
Teach me right and wrong. Help me sing pretty happy song.
Taught me how to be happy and not sad.  I don't so I would not be desolate.
Pick me up by the hand. Lead me to the promised land.
Show me to love me. That heaven can be divine.
Full of joy and not of sorrow.
Down the lanes that is narrow.
From Earth to heaven. You know the way.
As you take me here to stay.
Just guide me as I make up my way. For all of I know you will be here.
Here my Guardian Angel. And you know what.
So show me the night that you will be there for Guardian Angel of mine

My old mom: Has gray hair.
My old mom: Can't climb the stairs.
My old mom: Has a rock in chair.
My old mom : Really cares.
My old mom: Doesn't drink no beer.
My old mom: Has lots of tears.
when I say, "I LOVE YOU DEAR".
My old mom: Can't dance the latest.
My Old Mom : She's the greatest!!!

They say that little boys are made of shells and snails and puppy dog tails.
They say that little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
       BUT WHAT ARE MOMS MADE OF?
Moms are made of thunder. As her voice booms to say,"Stay out of the cookie jar!!"
Moms are stronger than superman. When you want that peanut butter jar open.
    But most of all moms are soft and full of tears.
When you hand her flowers and say," I LOVE YOU MOM!!"

Dear daughter of mine,
  Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
   Love,
      Your dear old dad.

I am many. I come from the rich and the poorest of families.
I sleep in mud ,the rain and snow. I eat when I can and where I can.
I only carry a rifle to protect those I am asked to. I ask nothing in return.
I do so because I am proud to love  my country. For what it stands for.
I am an American solder and I will die for you!!!

One Mothers day without you brings a tear.
Two long years , Mother dear, That we don't have you here.
Now that it is three years that pass .The tears will always last.
It's just another day we all do say, mother dear.
We cry these tears for it is another day without you near.
You left so fast that we couldn't have one last laugh.
So today is just another day.

When you was born. You did cry.
Why am I here?
Who are those people over there?
Are they very near?
Will they be a bother to me?
Is it my mother and father?
I don't want any food!
And I don't want to look at the moon.
I will rest my little head.
Shall I go to bed?
Man , What will I say?
It's need only my first day!!

Old Abe he has die.
That is no lie.
Man has walked on the moon.
But it is not of cheese We must agree.
Elvis ,He is dead.
I don't want to go to bed.
For Time marches on.

I climb the stairs at night.
To hide myself out of sight.
I go to lay down in bed .
To rest my little head.
As I lay there I do hear .
Footsteps that do come near.
I know I'm not taking a nap.
But I do hear those feet that tap.
I know it's not my toys.
For what a joy it was my mom.