by Dina Stone

Created on: May 09, 2008

Mom

I know it wasn't easy,
A mom raising four.
The help you had was sparse,
I'm sure you longed for more.

You always worked so hard,
to see our needs were met.
If you ever did complain,
I haven't heard it yet.

Thank you for the childhood days,
I cherish in my heart.
Memories I hold near and dear,
never will they part.

I know you've been through hell,
the sorrows you have seen.
But trust you will keep faith in God,
Let nothing come between.

Mom you were not perfect.
Who in this world could be?
But thanks for being the Mom you were,
because you made me - me.

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