Mother...
Mother... 'Tis the sweetest word e'er uttered by human mouth.
I know not butwhat came to be because of passion grown;
Invention, myth, mystique, & love... The seeds of future sown.
Opportunities, not passed away, with the wind not blown.
If I can be for you a voice to ring & echo true...
All my loving free will be, to touch your life; renew.
Thank you is a simple word, & yet it's so seldom used;
From the dew-drops of your mind, the sentiment has just oozed.
I'd love to stay around & chat, & tell you how I feel;
But duty calls... & I for one am feeling like a heel.
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