My Mom

Poem By Alvin Parkinson

Your love is like over extreme to me
Even when I’m mad I’m happy around you no matter what the situation could be
You told me God will always be on my Side when the times are good or bad
You try your best to comfort me when I’m sad
You take care of me when I’m sick
I have No more nightmares when u give me a goodnight Kiss
You thought me what’s wrong and what's right
That’s why you’re a big blessing in my life

Comments about My Mom

I have No more nightmares when u give me a goodnight Kiss You are my blessing my dearest Mammy.. God bless you for this love for your mum. Tony
You are so fortunate to have had such a wonderful mother that you can appreciate. I hope you realize how lucky you are. (It sounds like you do!) Nice work. Sincerely, Mary

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