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Mother

It’s not too long ago since I realized

How much she meant to me,

But it’s been a long time since I have noticed

The gentleness and kindness she had shown to me.

The load she carried must have been heavy and fatiguing.

Only a mother could have known,

And though being loved by my daddy,

He couldn’t have helped her share that load.

The load upon her head must have been heavy too

With nine months of wondering, “Will God see me through?”

Yet she bore the anguish and pain and brought me to this world

And showed me her love far beyond compare.

Looking back at my childhood,

I can’t but remember how sweet it used to be

When she clutched me with her warm and tender arms

And lay me on her breasts to rest.

When her nipples were my only source of living,

She fed me day and night

Without letting me out of her sight.

Oh, what fortitude she had.

And oftentimes when I was sad, she sang to me

Little songs that always made my heart glad.

How could I forget her? No reason could ever be.

I love the ways she taught me

And adore the day she brought me.