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To My Mother

To My Mother



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Published by Totaf
A tribute to my beautiful mother, and the two favourite pics I have of her...with me in one of them
A tribute to my beautiful mother, and the two favourite pics I have of her...with me in one of them

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Published by: Totaf on May 08, 2010
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My Dear Mother I do not remember you very well,Because you were taken from me early.But there are some things which I still do remember though.I remember That being the youngest of your five children,I was always ¶YOUR youngest boy.· I knew I could almost get away with anything.Wherever you went,I was always there; ¶glued· to your side.I remember How often, as a child, I had nightmares.During the night,I used to crawl and creep silently to your side of the bed,Afraid that my father would wake up And send me back to my bed.But not you! I used to wake you up; and every time,You would patiently lower your loving hand And take my hand in yours,Until I would sleep on the carpet.Content that you were near,And so I was safe.Then in the morning,I used to wake up in my bed again,Transported in some ¶mysterious· way.
I remember The mischief and multitude of pranks I did.Too many to list and recount.But one in particular I will never forget.You used to take off your wedding ring at night And place it on your bedside table.One night I woke up And decided to play a joke on you.I took your ring, hid it, and returned to sleep.In the morning I left for school and forgot all about it.When I returned, you were in the kitchen,With my two sisters.I noticed you were crying.I ¶hovered· close to you And overhead fragments of what you were saying.´I cannot find itµ ´How shall I tell your father, that I lost our wedding ring,He will be so disappointed.µ ´I prayed to St Anthony, the patron saint of lost things,And promised him 20 pounds if he helped me find it.µ I remember a ¶rush· of happiness,As it dawned on me that I had taken her ring And had hidden it safely in my ¶secret box.· I was elated.Now was my opportunity to make some easy money! So I ran to you and told you; ´Mother,

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