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Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mothers Day Mom
I found this poem on another blog, it describes perfectly what Iam feeling on this tender mothers day...I love you mom.
Look At Me!! I screamed aloud Mum hear me....hear me mum.
I need few moments of your time.
Mum I have no one but you to wipe the tears from my eyes..Only you mum...the light of my heart.
Where your kindness has gone? Where your love has gone? Years and I still mourn them !!
You are always busy mum..Mum remember me.. Pour me with your generous love.. I want to hear your sweet words..
Mum give me the chance to live my life and my dreams again.
Be pleased with me Mum... I will always wait you and ask you to look at me.. Look at me