A Poem For Mom
Words on paper will never tell
about the mother I know well.
The lines on her face a treasure;
joys and tears beyond measure.
Her hair a beautiful white glow,
"Life ain't a beauty contest y'know."
There is no real need to dwell;
simply God made her to excel.
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A Mother's Love
I imagine mother's first sight of a baby boy stays with her when that son goes out of his way to do something beautiful and right. A mother's love is made this way. Under a spring sun with skies so blue, you praised the flowers I brought you. A mother's love is made this way. Dandelions and lilacs, a lavender and yellow mix in an antique blued mason jar. I found it under a bush without a mar, carefully washed it in the brook out back. A simple gesture meaning so much. A mother's love is made this way. Though many a childhood memory can cloud, I distinctly remember you praising your flower bouquet. That made me proud. A mother's love is made this way.
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