We should all have a mother like this.
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Gentle, yet hardened appendages reach out from her being As eyes, that have seen many years, look piercingly about My mother, she greets me as she has always, like her baby With a smile and with love, her voice then gives to shout
Happiness is felt when her presence is acknowledged This woman of many years offers love through her ways She personifies virtue, for her honesty’s never diminished She is caring and loving as her generosity’s displayed
My mother, a woman of whit, of words and of honor She taught that dignity is the prize for which to strive She means more today, though I’m a man of my forties As I’m still then her baby and will be forever, in her eyes |
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