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Silver Belt, A (by: Cheewa James)
I had wandered into a small Indian shop in the foothills of the Sierras in Northern California and struck up a conversation with the Native American woman who owned the shop. My own Modoc Indian heritage and love of Indian jewelry prompted me to tell her of the pain I suffered when my mother's silver Navajo concho belt was stolen.
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Sixteenth Birthday Letter (by: Author Unknown)
Sixteen years ago you came into my life and changed it so totally that I cannot image it without you. You fill my days with every emotion from pleasure and pride to anger and impatience.
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Special Message, A (by: Author Unknown)
A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,
Eager to relate what his younger brother had done.
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Steeped with Meaning (by: Author Unknown)
My mom and I sat in the small college cafe with out large mugs of something that smelled like lemon and tasted like home. We were catching up on the past four months of our lives and the hours just weren't long enough.
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There Are Two Sides to My Coin (by: Rita Barber)
I can look at my daughters running into my room in the middle of the night as an intrusion to my sleep, or as a cry for help, realizing that this is but a brief moment in her and my life when she will need to cuddle with me because of a "nightmirror".
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Time Is Now, The (by: Author Unknown)
If you are ever going to love me
Love me now while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow
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Tug-O-War (by: Author Unknown)
A family of three moved to the coast and bought a house on the beach. The only child of this family, really enjoyed snorkeling, so he went out with his friends shortly after the family moved in.
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When God Created Mothers (by: Author Unknown)
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
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Which Love Best? (by: Joy Allison)
"I love you, Mother," said little John;
Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on,
And he was off to the garden swing,
And left her the water and wood to bring.
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Woman in the Yellowed Photograph, The (by: Bob Greene)
During the years that passed from I was born until my siblings and myself moved away from home, my mother didn't have a job. If she had been asked to fill out a questionnaire about her personal data, she would have left the question 'Employment' empty. She believed that her job was to be our mother - full time.
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