I am looking for the poem Erma Bombeck wrote for each of her three kids, starts out "I love you most because..
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I've done a Google search for [Erma Bombeck +I love you most] have quite a few hits that came back with the poem like one at the link below. Is this what you are looking for? If not I can continue to look...if you want
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All That I Want by Michelle Featherstone. Its very hard to find, i have looked everywhere to download it, if you have any luck pass the favour on and let me know!! Happy hunting
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my kids\npuppies\nsmall children laughing
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if u can type the poem i cn help
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I haven't seen the movie, but is this the poem??\n\nMy darling\nI am forgetting\nForgetting our love\nForgetting our past\n\nSo I write to you\nIn this book\nLays our story\nOf love and loss\n\nRead it to me\nAnd I'll come back\nEven for a short while\nI'll remember everything\n\nThe first time I met you\nWearing your stupid hat\nThe first time we kissed\nOur first big fight \nBut certainly not the last\n\nThe first time we broke up\nThe tears I cried\nWaiting for a letter\nThat never arrived\n\nOur first reunion\nThe first time we made love\nEverything I hold dear to my heart\nWill come back to me\nWhen you read it all to me\n\nPlease be patient \nPlease stay true\nFor I will always love you.
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I am so sorry for the loss of your sister and great grandson. How deeply heartbreaking. I lost my 18 yr. old daughter, Jill, in a car accident on August 2, 2002 and her birthday is coming up on March 14th. I have a memorial site for Jill and it has lots and lots of poems on several of her pages. Some of them are copyright that were written just for me and my daughter and others are not.  You are welcome to visit Jill's memorial site and especially look on her birthday and anniversary pages and you are welcome to highlight and copy them.  As long as they were not written exclusively for me and my daughter, you are welcome to use any of the poems you would like.  If you have any questions, or need further direction on finding poems, please feel free to e-mail me at peggyrose011058@aol.com.  God bless you and my prayers are with you, Peggy (myangeljill)
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I'm sorry to hear about you friend. Here's a nice one I've read:\n\nIf tears could build a stairway,\nAnd memories a lane,\nI'd walk right up to heaven\nAnd bring you home again.\n\nHere's another one:\n\nThey say memories are golden. Well, maybe that's true. \nI never wanted memories. I only wanted you. \nA million times I needed you, A million times I cried. \nIf love alone could have saved you, \nYou never would have died. \n\nIn life I loved you dearly, In death, I love you still. \nIn my heart, you hold a place no one could ever fill. \nIf tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, \nI'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again. \nOur family chain is broken and nothing seems the same. \nBut as God calls us, one by one, the chain will link again. \n\nNo farewell words were spoken, no time to say "goodbye", \nYou were gone before we knew it and only God knows why. \nOur heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow. \nWhat it meant to lose you no one will ever know. \n\nSome people only dream of angels.....but we held one in our arms. \nWe love and miss you very much and can't wait till we can see you again\n\nI know the second one is long so you can just choose a few lines from it if you want.
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my idea \n\ndear mama\n\nwhenever I have a problem\nyou're always here for me\npeople come and people go\nbut you always stay by me\nToday is your official day\nand the day of all the mothers on earth\nwith this card I want to thank you\nfor all you did for me\nand wish you that you dreams come true\njust like you wish it for me
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Sorry, I don't know, but it gives me the opportunity to remind people of milk in byegone days:\n\n                        Sweet Maisie.\n\nMilk didn’t come in bottles, when we were little boys,\nSo going to the dairy, was one of life’s true joys,\nFor if it were sweet Maisie, who served you out the measure,\nThe extra cup was yours to sup, a memory to treasure. \n\nKathleen only gave us, exactly what she should,\nAt times a little ‘tilly’, we always prayed she would,\nThe youngest of the sisters, I now forget her name,\nWas quite as bad as Kathleen, and dished out just the same.\n\nOld Tom, the three girls’ father, and the owner of the farm,\nNever used the measure, to him it was the norm,\nYou see, he never had a son, and treated all us boys,\nWith lots of cream from off the top, and pence to buy small toys.\n\nThe level mark inside the can, that my mother scratched,\nHad to be watched closely, to ensure that the milk matched,\nFor if you got too greedy - drank more than Maisie gave,\nMy Mum would note the difference, and fly into a rave.\n\nBut last time I was over there, the farm it is now gone,\nNew cottages and houses, the land is built upon,\nYet as I stood and looked around, I saw the corner stone,\nWhere I would drink, the extra milk, before I wandered home.\n\nSo God Bless you, Tom Costello, though sadly now not here,\nAnd to his lovely daughters, to them I raise a cheer,\nTo Kathleen and the youngest, who sometimes drove me crazy,\nI thank you all, for what you gave, but especially you Sweet Maisie.\n\n                         --------------\n\nThanks Netborja for the opportunity..........
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http://www.poetry.com
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seach google for poems mothers day poems for daughters, and they're usually always free to print
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Holiday \n\nI'm losing the airwaves just to talk to you to send my message loud and clear.\nI used to be private, but I don't care anymore.\nBut I'll tell the whole world if that's what it takes, my dear.\nJust like the soldiers who ain't coming home this year.\nJust like the fellas in prison who miss you so much in here.\nJust like the children that ran away that want to come home tonight.\nHere's a message from coast to coast.\nThe one that really hurts the most is on a holiday.\nThat's when it hurts, baby.\nThanksgiving. (Thanksgiving)\nChristmas. (Christmas)\nI'm crying on New Year's Eve.\nOn a holiday, that's when it hits me, baby,\nSo if you can't do anything else, won't you please just say you will and light a candle for me.\n\nI hope that you'll receive this message, baby.\nI hope it finds you'll have a good time. (In time, you find it quite soon.)\nYou might have others to share your love with, but I only have you holding on in my mind.\nJust like the soldiers that ain't coming home this year.\nJust like the fellas in this prison that miss you so much, my dear.\nJust like the children that they ran away that wish they were home tonight.\nHere's a message from coast to coast.\nThe one we really can't stand it the most is on a holiday.\nThat's when it hurts, baby.\nThanksgiving. (Thanksgiving)\nChristmas. (Christmas)\nI'm crying on New Year's Eve.\nOn a holiday like Easter, baby, \nI really miss seeing the children.\nSo if you can't do anything else,\n(Can't do anything else.)\nWon't you please just say you will and light a candle for me, baby.\nWould you do it for me, darling, honey.\nValentine's. (Valentine's)\nChristmas. (Christmas)\nCrying on New Year's Eve.\nOn a holiday, hey baby, that's when it hits me, darling.\nThough many people say I'm wasting my time, (Can't do anything else.) \nIn my heart, I feel you'll still be mine when I get home to you, baby.\nWhen I get home to you, darling. I know.\nThanksgiving and Kwaanza, baby.\nThe 4th of July. I'm toeing the line.\nI miss you, baby.
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http://www.lyrics-library.co.uk Try this web site. They have found a few old songs for my mum.
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Calvin and Hobbs are one of my favorites!  Here it is...\n\nhttp://homepage.mac.com/tigershark/poems/poem4a.html
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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my favorite poem...\n\ni carry your heart with me(i carry it in\nmy heart)i am never without it(anywhere\ni go you go,my dear; and whatever is done\nby only me is your doing,my darling)\ni fear\nno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want\nno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)\nand it's you are whatever a moon has always meant\nand whatever a sun will always sing is you\n\nhere is the deepest secret nobody knows\n(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud\nand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows\nhigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)\nand this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart\n\ni carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) \n\n~ee cummings\n\nanother one that is quite good...though not really about love...\n\ni like my body when it is with your\nbody. It is so quite new a thing.\nMuscles better and nerves more.\ni like your body. i like what it does,\ni like its hows. i like to feel the spine\nof your body and its bones, and the trembling\n-firm-smooth ness and which i will\nagain and again and again\nkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,\ni like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz\nof your electric fur, and what-is-it comes\nover parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,\n\nand possibly i like the thrill\n\nof under me you so quite new \n\n~ee cummings
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I think this is what your looking for:\nThank You for Being a Friend" by Andrew Gold\n\nThank you for being a friend \nTraveled down the road and back again \nYour heart is true your a pal and a confidant. \n  \nAnd if you through a party \nInvited everyone you ever knew \nYou would see the biggest gift would be from me \nAnd the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.