幸福的滋味
周日早晨醒来 匆匆忙忙下楼 把笔记本放到包里 咦,这是什么? 卡片上还系了个红绳?
来不及打开绳结 掀开卡片一角 儿子那熟悉的字体 闯进我的眼睛 Mom: For seventen years, you've always been there. Whenever I needed to shed a tear, or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be,
。。。。。。 Love, your son” 一目十行地往下看 泪水已盈满了眼睑 老公喊着吃饭 终于没有忍住 热泪流淌了一脸
佯装着去卫生间 偷偷地拭去啼痕 那副没出息的样子 不能让他看见
老公还是看出了异样 默默地不敢多言 我本来想说出原委 还是忍住了 只默默地在心里 让那幸福的滋味 绵延。。。。。。
母亲节的早晨看到儿子偷偷放进我包里的卡片, 儿子写的第一首象诗的东东给老妈不争气的眼泪珠儿给逗下来。 附:儿子的第一首诗: Mom: For seventen years, you've always been there. Whenever I needed to shed a tear, or when I was facing my greatest fear.
I sometimes wonder where I would be, Without the wisdom and knowledge that you passed onto me. Now I'm on my path to be happy, to finish high school and attend University. At times I may be unappreciative and sore, but in the end I realize that you're the best mom a son could ask for.
So today is your special day, your time to be free of your worries.
Happy mother's day! Love, your son
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