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Mother Part 1

Poetry By: angel plant

What a mother does for us. How she loves and ptotects us.

Submitted:Aug 3, 2012    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Along the way

Someone wiped a tear

My dear sweet mother

It held a memory dear

A mother does full time work

The greatest job of all

Because she is paided with love

She does a million things

As she is growing old

She has cried a many a tear

Just to save me

Her heart is made of the purest gold

Light shines with love for her eyes

She is and always will be right

The passage of time she must carry

She has it set to bear a soul

From her own it is separate

She must teach to live and die alone

Whom she will cherish


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