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This is a poem I found years ago and wrote on a card for my Mum for
Mothers Day one year before she died.
I wanted to share it with you all, as it is a beautiful poem or I think so anyway.
Hope you enjoy it as much as my Mum did.
Dianna.
Mum As I Have Grown, So Have My Appreciation and Love for You.
"Time flies" everyone says.
It's frightening sometimes to look in the mirror and see the evidence of that.
So often, we don't take a moment to say what's in our hearts, and then, when it's too late, We wish we had.
I'm taking a moment now, Mum, to tell you this....
When I was a child , there was so much I couldn't understand like how hard you worked and how much you sacrificed for our familly.
There were dreams you had to put on hold, and dreams that never came true.
You must gave felt frustrated sometimes, no doubt, and at times even full of despair.
Yet you never gave less then your best to us.
You didn't have an exciting careeer or beautiful clothes.
You never travelled the world, or drove a fancy car.
Everyday, you looked after us, worried about us, fed us, and loved us.
Without expecting anything in return.
You see, Mum, I know now and understand, that you actually gave me two live: My own and yours.