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Momma
By liquid_emotion
I often sit
with my mother and talk
as the sun melts
into the sea
Soon the moon will shine
on our porch
while wooden chimes
echo hollow music
carried by the wind
But we will continue talking
long after words cease
Because family is not chosen
but frienships are
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Copyright 2003 liquid_emotion
Published on Saturday, February 22, 2003.
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A former member wrote:
good job i dont know u but keep it up
*britt
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On Thursday, April 24, 2003, Stranger
(264)
wrote:
This is poem is one of my favorites. I have always believed that finding friendship with a family member is one of the rarest gifts life has to offer. I have not, though, ever articulated the thought so beautifully.
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On Thursday, April 24, 2003, cre
(411) wrote:
This is just beautiful, and brings tears to my eyes.
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A former member wrote:
I like this one because it reminds me of how fortunate i am to have GREAT parents. :)
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On Monday, February 24, 2003, Jonas
(720) wrote:
a relaxed sigh as i think about my mother who is a delicious flavour of sanity. (the woodchimes imagery, perfect, playing in my head, you know)
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On Saturday, February 22, 2003, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
Good stuff. I like, nothing is better to have around than family, especially if you're that close with the. Good job. Later.
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