When I look at my mother.
I see love.
I see happiness.
I see gladness.
I see joy.
Only, if I could be like my dad.
To the woman I love.
The quality of this man stands out.
In person.
And when he's out.
Around the house we knew we was love.
And we saw more of it.
The way he treated our mother.
To disrespect her.
Meant you was disrespecting him.
Which he soon corrected.
Whenever you was in the company of him.
He has his limits.
To what he tolerated.
And you knew his requirements.
Of what he expected when out.
And at the dinner table.
Favoritism was never shown.
We were treated the same.
But we witnessed that with mother.
He loved her in multiple ways.
We often hear about loving a woman
from a woman's perspective.
On the way that a boy treats his mom.
Except to many men.
It came from the way a good father treated his mom.
So when I look at mother.
I see love.
And from the smile she wears.
It was put there by dad.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:38 AM UTC
When I look at my mother.
I see love.
I see happiness.
I see gladness.
I see joy.
Only, if I could be like my dad.
To the woman I love.
The quality of this man stands out.
In person.
And when he's out.
Around the house we knew we was love.
And we saw more of it.
The way he treated our mother.
To disrespect her.
Meant you was disrespecting him.
Which he soon corrected.
Whenever you was in the company of him.
He has his limits.
To what he tolerated.
And you knew his requirements.
Of what he expected when out.
And at the dinner table.
Favoritism was never shown.
We were treated the same.
But we witnessed that with mother.
He loved her in multiple ways.
We often hear about loving a woman
from a woman's perspective.
On the way that a boy treats his mom.
Except to many men.
It came from the way a good father treated his mom.
So when I look at mother.
I see love.
And from the smile she wears.
It was put there by dad.
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