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His Mother's Love A boy is born The angels sing His mother's love means everything Her soft, gentle touch is all he knows It starts with the counting of fingers and toes The young child grows By days and weeks His mother's love is all he seeks Her soothing voice is all he hears Quickly calming his earliest fears First steps, first words Two, three, then four His mother's love shapes him at his core She gives to him all that she can And walks him to school while holding his hand He ties his shoes And runs outside A bat to swing, a bike to ride She watches, amazed, as he plays Quietly reflec...

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