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My Mother
When I was young, you sheltered me, for I was weak and ill.
Now you are weak, and struggle to keep your trembling hands still.
Your heart groans for the man you loved, never thinking to outlive;
I wonder in my heart, how much more must you give?
You gave your all to your family, without a second thought;
My dear sweet mother, how did you know that could never be bought?
You walked on crippled feet to tend us selfish, squealing brats,
While we screeched, clawed, and fought like a pack of feral cats.
You sacrificed your dreams to help us reach for ours;
You nurtured and guided us, just as you did your flowers.
Hoping someway, somehow, we'd bloom in our own way,
And though we differed greatly, we'd form a sweet bouquet.
I cannot speak for others, Mom, but I hope somehow you know
How very much I love you, though I fear I seldom show.
Your sacrifice was not in vain, for it taught us how to love;
And just how much you are like that sweet and holy dove.
I hope that in the years ahead, as I grow old and frail,
I never will forget the love you showed, forever without fail.
Well, I've said my piece, and set the matter straight;
No other mother could compare, you'll always be first rate!
Now you are weak, and struggle to keep your trembling hands still.
Your heart groans for the man you loved, never thinking to outlive;
I wonder in my heart, how much more must you give?
You gave your all to your family, without a second thought;
My dear sweet mother, how did you know that could never be bought?
You walked on crippled feet to tend us selfish, squealing brats,
While we screeched, clawed, and fought like a pack of feral cats.
You sacrificed your dreams to help us reach for ours;
You nurtured and guided us, just as you did your flowers.
Hoping someway, somehow, we'd bloom in our own way,
And though we differed greatly, we'd form a sweet bouquet.
I cannot speak for others, Mom, but I hope somehow you know
How very much I love you, though I fear I seldom show.
Your sacrifice was not in vain, for it taught us how to love;
And just how much you are like that sweet and holy dove.
I hope that in the years ahead, as I grow old and frail,
I never will forget the love you showed, forever without fail.
Well, I've said my piece, and set the matter straight;
No other mother could compare, you'll always be first rate!
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My Mother
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