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WARMTHWarmth from mother Nursing us through infant years Always on hand To wipe away the tears “Don't forget your hat!” She would say Insisting upon it Even on a mild day She would take us shopping And not lead us astray Sensible clothes Make a sensible day Years later I would smile As the fiasco's we would live She swore by one thing Our tempers would give “Bring him home to meet us!” I would quiver at the idea An inquisition without pardon A jailor I fear “I wouldn't let a child of mine say that to me!” Her grandson would sneer And then He would flee They wish the best for us Instil the child with love Then cross their fingers And gain hope from above Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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