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BooksByMel.Com
Poetry: The Love Of Humanity
mel@booksbymel.com 786-985-2000
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Sadly, there are those of you who forget the love and attention given to you by your parents. Hopefully, this poem will help you to remember.
For myself, as an elderly parent, I can only say thank you to my three wonderful children for the return of the love and respect that their mother, Blanche and I bestowed upon them.
Mel Taks
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Think About The Way It Was
If I get a little sloppy or my hair is in a mess.
Think about the way it was.
When it was me who helped you dress.
If I ask you to repeat some words, or just maybe my hearing is a little weak.
Think about the way it was. When I helped you learn to speak.
If at times my face goes blank, or my expression is unclear.
Think about the way it was.
When it was me you needed near.
If when I tell my stories you feel I am a bore.
Think about the way it was.
When to you my every word was lore.
So, now that I've grown old and bland.
And find it hard to make it through.
Please, take me gently by my hand.
And think about the way it was.
When this I did for you.
Mel Taks
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