
In honor of my mother's forty-ith birthday; written out of love. I cried when I wrote it. She'll probably cry. I doubt you will.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 177 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 08-08-05 - id: 1981234
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Author Notes: Okay, so maybe this isn't as great as my other stuff, but that's because it's not rage-filled I guess. This is for my Mom's forty-ith birthday. She really has been one of the best things to ever happen to me. I figured she deserved more than just one of my crappy drawings.
You're the reason that I'm here
You're the reason I can breathe
And at times that I don't want to
I have your loving arms that sheathe
To me you're an angel
My protection from above
Yet, I always feel as if
I'm unworthy of your love
You're just too great a person
In so many ways I can't explain
And it's these years spent in your hands
That cause so much love it's insane
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