Little lamb, little lamb, who made thee? Doest thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bade thee feed, by the stream and o'er the mead. Little lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, for He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child and thou a lamb, We are called by His name These are a few lines from your childhood poems by William Blake
My mom is the most important person in my life. I've been through 5 knee surgeries and a lot of illnesses and diseases and she's always been by my side. She proves that unconditional love does exist and that with it you can be a better person. I love my mom to death and I would do anything for her. I don't know what I would do without her.