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Girls, I need a poem or some script to put in the front of a scrapbook which

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UCM · 20/12/2006 08:54

is from a mother to daughter. The daughter lives far away in Mauritius and is around 47 but her mum is always thinking of her etc.

I have googled but cannot find anything suitable.

Help and thank you so much in advance as I need something this morning.

UCM.xx

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LadyTophamHatt · 20/12/2006 08:59

can't help with the poem but is your otterman clear of washing now??

mine is!!

UCM · 20/12/2006 09:15

Topham, Ottoman Clear - check
Kitchen fucking mess - check
rest of house fucking mess - check

Should we start again

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Medea · 20/12/2006 09:15

UCM, try these suggestions from the Academy of American Poets website.

UCM · 20/12/2006 09:21

Thanks Medea

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StrawberrySnowflakes · 20/12/2006 09:23

this book and its words are lovely, i bought it for my dd and although the initial story is a mother to a son, the ends it repeats itself father to daughter so can be sued either and is really touching
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WeWishUAMerryXmasNANappyNewYr · 20/12/2006 09:24

how about this?

Love things
Whenever you?re feeling lonely
And you think you need a friend
Remember there?s always someone waiting
To love you to the end;
Your tender touch, your loving words,
And all your grateful deeds,
Make my unchanging minds telling me
Your love I?ll always need.
Oh ?Darling? dear you always know,
That I?ll always be there,
But in a way, that?s wonderful
And lovingly I swear
You always know that God has created us for one another
And so today I?m telling you for me there
Is no other.
So whenever you?re feeling left out,
And believe you need a friend;
Just remember your mum she?s always
There, to Love you to the end.

WeWishUAMerryXmasNANappyNewYr · 20/12/2006 09:28

or there's this.

Poem from the heart
O do please be close as a hand
Would be enfolded within another.
A warmth transmitted by touch,
A subtle flow, as from a mother to her daughter.
A glow in the heart so strong.
This short breath of life is
Wasted in quarrel, so let us spread peace, or we shall but fall.
Divided alone in single despair.
We must stride this wall together,
So I wait in hope for your call

UCM · 20/12/2006 10:12

They are lovely, thank you.

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