Poem 97: Mother

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I humbly appraise my mothers worth,

It began with pain to give me birth,

Which triggered off a love so strong,

Blossoming into a life-long bond.


When needed, she was already there,

Someone's I realized would always care.

And the older I got the more I knew

A mothers love sincere and true.


Now as I watch my mother age in years,

I'm happy to help and ease her fears.

Privileged now to play my part,

As she did from the very start.

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