Mother sharedA Poem by Jon Roggie
Friends can become family,
and to experience this is a special feeling. It is a weekend for family. I always got adopted. It wasn't something I asked for, and I can only think of one reason. I would talk with the people around me, and more importantly, I would listen. This is a simple result. It was how I was raised. My family would bring people into the fold. Maybe just for a meal, but there is something about the feeling. I had a few friends stay with us for awhile. Rough times, and their families needed a hand. They still call my mother, "Mom." Sometimes, I just wonder. You don't notice when you are so close.
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2 Reviews Added on May 7, 2016 Last Updated on May 7, 2016 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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