One day a mother died.. And on that clear, cold morning, In the warmth of her bedroom, The son was struck with The pain of learning that sometimes There isn't any more.. No more hugs, No more lucky moments to celebrate together, No more phone calls just to chat, No more 'just one minute.' Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away. Never to return before we can say good-bye, Say 'I Love You.' So while we have it . . it's best we love it . And care for it and fix it when it's broken And take good care of it when it's sick. This is true for marriage .... And friendships . And children with bad report cards; And dogs with bad hips; And aging parents and grandparents We keep them because they are worth it, Because we cherish them! Some things we keep -- Like a best friend who moved aw...
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