Pride

That swelling you feel in you stomache.

The thing that keeps your chin up.

A feeling that gets you going.

When times get rough.

 

Its the tender warmth you feel in your heart

When you've done a good job

And a pure soul out there, in the raging pit of stuck-up, cocky people who dont appreciate you,

Admires it and pats you on the back.

 

That pure soul is a gift from God, to you.

He gave you the gift of pride,

Honor,

Pleasure in your work.

God knew you did a wonderful job.

So he toook the time to send you an angel,

A pure soul,

To congratulate you on your fine piece of work.

 

So, thank you.

For all the hard work you've done for me.

And I know

You're not my piece of work.

But I take pride in you,

Mom.

Thank you for your hard work.

Many people have complimented you on your fine pieces of craftmanship.

God appreciates you.

And so do I.

Author's Note

A big thank you to my mom :) I know this is kinda late, but Happy Mothers Day!

Reviews

[just is]

i really like this write, powerful and deep.
So sweet as well.