First One:
This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say
Poem About Mothers - Her Hands
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Poem From a son - All You Are to Me
Thank you, Mom...
For the love, strength, and care
For in this world that is quite rare
For being my guardian and my guide
on those sad days when I cried
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