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Blood, Sweat, and tears. Sometimes we carry the birth scars for years.
We've turned into soldiers, travilaed, cut, weaked at times, pushing forward
to the one we love, no matter what it took, we struggled to it, reaching the little
hand with every ounce of our strength hoping they will feel, that our love is very real.
We stand at your sides, as
a team together, we fight through every year, even with tears,
We just got stronger, and will fight longer, for what ever it takes, from that day, you were told, Happy FAther's Day, now your a Dad, are you glad, sometimes you get mad.
We mom's couldn't walk to our babies, sometimes couldn't even talk, stand by our side,
no matter what the tide, don't walk away, remember that day, remember our scars, and let them become stars, we made *a life together, let it not be like a feather, let it get wings, our children, let them soar, let them fly a wing from both of us.*
Happy Father's Day.
* by jkalyna * *
We've turned into soldiers, travilaed, cut, weaked at times, pushing forward
to the one we love, no matter what it took, we struggled to it, reaching the little
hand with every ounce of our strength hoping they will feel, that our love is very real.
We stand at your sides, as
a team together, we fight through every year, even with tears,We just got stronger, and will fight longer, for what ever it takes, from that day, you were told, Happy FAther's Day, now your a Dad, are you glad, sometimes you get mad.
We mom's couldn't walk to our babies, sometimes couldn't even talk, stand by our side,
no matter what the tide, don't walk away, remember that day, remember our scars, and let them become stars, we made *a life together, let it not be like a feather, let it get wings, our children, let them soar, let them fly a wing from both of us.*
Happy Father's Day.
* by jkalyna * *