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Mother


A tiny girl looks high above
Sees looking down a face of love
Feels warm and safe and so secure
She does not know that she is poor.

Dress all patched shoes all worn
Yet she never feels forlorn
For standing tall so high above
Shines on her a perfect love.

As she grows to meet the light
No longer just a tiny mite
On level now with that sweet love
No longer looking from above.

Yet that love is higher still
And she hopes one day she will
Give that love unto another
The day that she becomes - a mother.







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