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ONLY 5 MORE MONTHS TO GO!!!!
Unfortunatly i think that i wont be adding anything more to this site but i will like to say before i go that
YOU ARE AMAZING TIFFANY BOURDEAU
This website is dedicated to a mother to be who is absolutly magnificent and is the most intelligent women in the world.
Your family and friends love you, as well do i.
Love, Carl
What Is A Mommy!
In all its greatest glory, the world is certain to one,
The way we used to love, the way we just had fun.
The times we spent together, holding each others hand,
The memory of the beach, just laying in the sand.
And in the end a baby comes, inside your little tummy,
Its your time now Tiffany, time to be called a mommy.
With a baby in your hands, you'll shed a single tear,
And just for that one moment, you'll forget about your fears.
Time will pass and she will grow, and you will never age,
And in the book of love, we will all turn another page.
Together seems a word, that we will remember forever,
And to say that i dont love you, will be words i would say never.
So in the end a family will be exactly what you got,
Good choices and good morals, is exactly what you taught.
She'll grow to love her mother and she'll never disagree,
And a loving gracefull woman is exactly what she'll see.
So dont forget what made this life created inside of you,
And whenever someone says "i love you" dont forget to say "I love you too".
A mother is a person who knows what life is all about.
A mother is a woman who loves and nevers shouts.
A mother is a pedastel in which you will soon stand.
A mother is a mother which holds thier childs hand.
Soon you'll be a mother and your great at all these things.
You'll be the wonderful mother, a wonderful mother that always sings.
You brought this life into this world and now you get to breath.
The air of life and greatness, evil will never fester or seathe.
Thiers not to many words for a woman just like you.
But i think i got a couple of words that i know are very true.
Beautiful and great, wonderful soul-mate.
Smart as you are intelligent, with bewildering charecteristic traits.
Indulgent and romantic, perfect in every way.
And all those words i just have wrote i always meant to say.
So the question is asked all the time what do we call a mother?,
A mother is exactly you, and their will never be another.
Here are some other poems:
The Everbeing You in Me
Thier is a end and a begining, the one that is singing will show me the way.
I raise my head to see the face but it seems to show nothing.
Me staring in a sadistic way to see what makes this face faceless.
Assuring myself that it might be seeing me staring i looked away and the colors began to change.
Blue, red, purple, gold, and wonderous amounts of black covered what was once was a world.
I said "I'm happy, what is causing this"
Then bright lights began to stream from the outside of the world i saw.
In amazment i dropped my mind and guard to find that i was falling deep.
Deep into something i have never imagined or have ever seen.
Nothing that exsists in my mind or nothing that has been shown.
Was it happiness or was it death, or could it be love.
Tommorow became today as yesterday never was thier in the first place.
Then i saw a calender with a certain date on it.
It read Doomsday, the of the begining of the end of a new begining.
It all made sense as it dissappeared and then i saw it,
The most precious thing i have ever known,
The eternity risen, the beautiful potrait, the greatest seeing of a being,
You, the picture of you, the one i carry in my mind, the only thing that made me smile in years of blackness.
As i turned around i saw mirrors penetrate my eyes and the substance from them was a radiance of love, i saw it.
Love was thier and i could see your face and your hair!
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