Ever since you were born,
I worried and wondered.
About whether or not,
I was being the best parent.
That I could be.
Did I make you feel important?
Did we find enough time?
For the little things,that live on,
In happy memories.
Like laughter,and hugs,and"just-between-us"moments?
And even when we disagreed,did you always know?
I LOVED YOU?
Off all the things in my life,
That I might have,or could have,or should have,
Done differently,there's one thing I'd never change,
That's having you for a son---.
If I didn't always find a way to say it,
I hope I always showed it.
I'm proud to be your parent,
And I love you,son.
I believe its giving.
Of watching,and caring,and love.
All of the above.
If they need,and so do you,
They come first,I believe this is true.
Little lives in your care.
When you are tired.
They are not to blame.
If they are hungry,it might not be food.
A soft word,not one of shame.
The needs they have,are special.
And,so are they.
Just a moment of your time.
To answer questions,and then they are fine.
When they want to play.
Don't say,another day.
Angry words,are not forgotten.
They will remain.
And some day,they will hear them again.
Make them feel that what ever they do,will be great.
They will go far.
Successfull in all they endeavor.
Kind words will be a blessing.
Above all don't keep them guessing.
Being a parent,is not easy.
There are no books.
Your their teacher,to live this life.
What they learn from you,will carry on.
And when they have children of their own.
Maybe,they will know,how to be a parent.
My last words,are this.
It's not easy,being a parent.
When you came so long ago.
There is something,I'd really like to know.
Did I answer all your needs?
Not only in words,but in deed's.
You grew so fast,time flew by.
Your a woman now,I see.
Where did it go?
Once a child,wanting to know.
I tried so hard to be,the Mother you needed.
I loved you then,and I love you now.
I still want to keep you from harm.
From all the hurts,and they show.
I can't stop life's pain.
No matter how I try.
When you are sad,and when you cry.
Don't you know I feel your pain?
I would take it all away,I would really try.
But there is no way.
You must live your life,day by day.
Those day's are sometimes sweet,and often sad.
I will always be glad.
It's you,I had.
When,I am gone,and your alone.
Please remember this.
That soft touch on your cheek.
Is your mothers kiss.
My Darling Daughter.
And he knew.
Time would keep us apart.
Years went by,before we came to know.
That our love would bloom,and grow.
Now,we try to bridge those years,you and I.
Not an easy thing to do.
We are so different,you and I.
But at least we try.
Maybe,we are not as close,as we should be.
Or,maybe not as close as we could be.
It was just a trick of fate.
But,I dont think it's ever to late.
So,lets keep this fragile love blooming.
With love,and grooming.
Because you are my sister.
Another sister we have.
Not one of birth.
She came to me,from out of the air.
To me,she was an answer to a prayer.
You haven't met her yet.
Nor have I.
But she is as sweet,as the deep blue sky.
She feels my pain.
And knows the answers.
From so many states away.
Good morning,is how we start our day.
Her,in a room many miles away.
Some times I feel her here with me.
The sister I can not see.
Can you love someone you will never meet?
Yes! with a different love,thats sweet.
What is her name,you ask?
I hope and pray,before God takes me away.
We will get to see.
Our sister we will never meet.
Sisters,I love you both.
These words were written by E.Themer,on 1/24/1999.