Thursday, December 15, 2005

My Mom

My Mom

Our conflicts come by,
Then we see the time fly,
Never agreeing, or content,
But caused by my lack of attempt.
What I really want to show you,
Through all this new,
That you really do matter,
Even if the world shatters,
You are still my Mom.

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