mom and dad this is for you

You were there to listen
When no one else would
You were there to cheer me up
When no one else could

When ever i was scared
You'd chase away my fears
When ever i would cry
You'd wipe away my tears

I can always count on you
To help me smile again
I've come to count on you
Because you'll be there in the end

So i want to say thanks
For always being there
And from saving me
From my own dispare

And one final thing
Here in this part
I love you both
With all my heart

my Family

My grandpa so sweet and so pure,
My grandmas who know every cure,
My mom who loves me without fault,
And without my daddy, life would halt.

My brother, my strength, my backbone,
My nephew’s sweet voice on the phone,
My nieces all four, always have a smile,
Their little brother, the one with all the style.

These are the ones who shape my life,
Who can help erase any strife,
The ones who shaped and molded me,
Into the person I wanted to be.

They are always near to my heart,
No matter how far we find ourselves apart,
To lose them would be to lose my soul,
They are the half that makes me whole.

by: noname

my mothers hand

is when my mother gave me life
I was her gift from heaven.

My mother's hands were the tools that would mold me into who I have become,
and there would be two more behind me; I was just the first one...
who would be loved and cradled by the purest of hearts,
God blesses those who are deserving;and this is how motherhood starts.

when I cried; she held me and cradled me cheek to cheek,
and when I needed soothing; she'd sing to me a lullaby so sweet.

My bond with my mother became so strong;
that I didn't want her to ever leave my sight,
If I had to I would go looking for her because nothing else seemed to feel right.

My mother's hands would discipline me; whenever i got out of line
I don't mind sharing my mother, but i will never give her up because God gave her to me and she's mine.

by: michel lexury

mother

A mother...a mother is suppose to love
not hate a mother is suppose to hold not
beat a mother is suppose to protect not
hurt a mother is what I never had...instead
I had you...you would hit me you would beat
me down to the ground until i gave in and let
you hurt me i loved you but you just couldn't
understand. the drugs were more important
it was always the drugs that's all i heard you
screaming. I'd watch you from a far watch you
pull at your skin at your hair your nail marks on
your face but i admired you because you were
so cold...but once admiration disappeared there you
would be in front of me and all i could do was hang
my head low cause if it wasn't a beating coming it was
something much more sick...more twisted..she'd say
"I need you to do this for me..." I would never answer
but I knew what would come next she'd grab the pusher
and send me away and what was done to my body only
the crying angels will know. I'd awake on the floor while
she stared at me pulling myself from the floor id stand she'd
slap me back down to the ground "YOU xxx" The sad this
is I'd lay there until she left and I'd get back on my feet and
return to my room...where i use to believe monsters never
crept but they were shadow heroin monsters on my walls as i lay in the
darkness of my room I'd hear her silent screams in my head I'd
feel those dirty hands on my skin and I'd cry myself to sleep...
What else could I do I was only a kid I was her child and she
was my mother.

from: Jan Doe