The warmth of her arms the spine tingling feeling the sense of security in my mother's arms I am home its a boundary a line that * no one can ever cross yes they did try but couldn't triumph over me don't know 'bout you but some people have lost their mothers just in case you did not know ITS NOT A NICE FEELING some treasure her because you only have *one mother while on the hand others just take her for granted well they are they and I am me I don't yet know what it feels like to lose a mother but I've heard stories.............. all I have to say to those who yet don't know how important a mother is especially boys TREASURE WHILE YOU HAVE THE TIME because when the time is finished, that's it no more time so take from all the stories I've heard you must treasure her while you can
this poem was written for all the ungrateful fools that take their moms for granted. I've went to funerals and the children wanted to jump into the grave hole,they said why couldn't it be them so I beg of you don't take her for granted you WILL regret this