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| A Touch of Love |
| You were six months old and full of fun, With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one. There were so many things we were going to do, But I turned by head and you turned two. At two you were very dependent on me, But independence took over when you turned three. Your third birthday another year I tried to ignore, But when I lit the candles, there wasn't three, but four. Four was the year that you really strived. Why, look at you now, you're already five. Now you are ready for book and for rules. This is the year that you go to school. The big day came, you were anxious to go. We walked to the bus, going oh, so slow. As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye, I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes. Time goes so fast, it's hard to believe That just yesterday you were home here with me. And tomorrow when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground, You'll be wearing you cap and graduation gown. So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can, Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a young lady and a man. |
| Mother's Love |
| By; Cindy Zelinski |
| A Mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginnning and no end. It keeps going around and around ever expanding, touching everyone who comes in contact with it. Engulfing then like the morning's mist, warming them like the noontime sun, and covering them like a blanket of evening stars. A Mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginning and no end. |
| Ken 21, Beth 18 2003 |