Praising a Good Mother

Having a good mother,
Is not like another;
Devotion pays a price,
Causing a sacrifice.

Right from the very start,
Her treasure in her heart;
For those that she gives birth,
In knowing their true worth.

Sometimes with little rest,
But knowing God has blest;
Every day she will cope,
As future showing hope.

Watching a child grow,
Feel only she can know;
That is felt deep inside,
Truth a child can't hide.

Beauty may fade away,
As age passes each day;
But deserves to be praised,
How a child is raised.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

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