I'm not the kind to give on up,
though often I may feel like it

I'm not the kind to let you down,
my hand will always be here.

I'm not the kind to hold a grudge forever,
no matter what you've done to me.

I'm not the kind to stray away from you,
I will always be near.

I'm not the kind to treat you bad,
even after what you've done to me.

I'm not the kind who doesn't care,
I will always worry.

I'm not the kind to bring you down,
I will always pull you up.

I'm the kind to try to do the best to you,
even if you have not done the same for me.

Children fed,
stories read.

Doctor visits made,
new toys bought and played.

Favorites dishes cooked,
memories from childhood.

Energy spent to play,
children asking for different things everyday.

Hugs and kisses given,
those little moments that you'd give your heart for your children.

School projects made,
cookies baked.

Sleepless nights with tears,
happiness mixed with fears.

Patience thin as paper,
but children can make it thinner with their behavior.

Punishments and fights,
feels so wrong but you know it's right.

Mothers;
our very best friends.

They always know what is the best.

Through the stress of life and dealing with us,
mothers;
they will never give up.

A good way to prepare for
parenthood
is to talk to rocks because they have similar
listening habits.

Having a weird mom builds character.

Life doesn't come with a manual...


it comes with a mother.

If you're a mom,
you're a
superhero.



Period

My vision starts to blur;
my words start to slur.

The world around me starts to go at a snails' pace,
and I forget where I am,
this country, city, or place.

The words you're saying make no sense to me.
Strange feelings flood me, such as happy, anxious, and very angry.

I'm not sure what's going on,
all I can tell is that I want my mom.

I'm yelling,
                 screaming,
                          shouting
her name.

Suddenly she's next to me,
and I know that's where she will remain.