A poem from a daughter to her mother written the morning after she lost her 48-year-old mom to a 5 year battle with various cancers.
根据第三段最后一句 “I haven't said it since, but I've wondered why my mother doesn't until I've found a poem that supplies words for the blank spaces I try to understand in our conversations."可知,自那以 后,我再也没有说过这句话,但我一直在想,为 什么母亲没有说,直到我找到了一首...
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This shows how great amother's love is. And we can also see how much the son misses his mother.Even in today, this poem is popular. Many people like it. Mothers are the most important persons in ourlives. It may be a good choice for us to read this poem for our mother. Don't...
On Mother' Day, it's customary to speak about the sacrifices our mothers made to improve our lives. But mothers also deserve credit for the pivotal (关键的) role they've played in the history of human evolution. Prehistoric mothers did nothing less than seed the development of our species'...
Irreplaceable in our hearts Eghemegue her precious name Trustworthy. Open minded Loveable Unique mother Determined for greatness Open handed to people around her Letting people learn from her Active in religious activities Popular for her good deeds Occasionally angry.Comfort...
It may be a good choice for us to read this poem for our mother. Don't wait to let your mother know that you love her very much. 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 【答案】【小题1】age【小题2】child【小题3】misses【小题4】popular【小题5】lives【解析】【分析】本文是一篇说明文。文章通过...
I looked up toso strongso sensitiveso pretty For as long as I can rememberand still todayyou are everything a mothershould be.. For as long as I can rememberyou always provided stabilitywithin our familyfull of laughterfull of tearsfull of love Whatever I have becomeis because of youand...
our mom runs a museum of our lives, and she's the only visitor. But it feels nice to be loved like that. Who else would care enough to keep all of my terrible drawings and silly poems? Only a mother. On Mother's Day when I was little, I used to bring my mom breakfast in bed...
My mother read the little poem and began to cry. “Buddy, you didn’t really write this beautiful, beautiful poem!” Shyly, I said that I had. My mother poured out her welcome praise. Why, this poem was nothing short of genius!