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Submitted by docmaverick on 6 September 2007 - 2:23pm.| Updated 10 September 2007 - 4:50pm.
Style / Type:
Western Classic
There’s nothing more beautiful
than a Mother’s smile,
or how she carries herself
while worrying all the while;
her concern forever showing
just how much she cares,
and her ability to comprehend
more than anyone else would dare.
Their hearts are so wide open
deserving our respect,
they have a way of knowing
just what to interject.
Our lives are so much better
when a Mother smiles on us,
and equally as good
as when she might pitch a fuss;
for of all the blessings you might have
a Mother’s love is up on top,
because everything she does
shows a love that doesn’t stop.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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