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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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by Bob Mundle
Mother's cardigan.
My mother's cardigan
Still hangs on the back of her chair,
A fluffy pink confection
Of kitten-soft mohair,
Mother
Cheerful smile and warm embrace
In my mind, I still see your face
Shining light and flowing grace
Day by day, I think
Where has God kept it?
Where did the creator hide it?
Key of love between mother and child
Who can find it?
She carried me inside
"Mother of the Year, Now and Always"
I need for you to know, Mom,
the depth of my love for you.
I've only begun to realize,
Where Have You Gone?
It's been twelve years now, since you left us all.
Still not a day goes by, that I don't miss your call.
We
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