"Mother"
It is a wonderful thing
a mother; other folks
can love you, but only
your mother understands.
She
works for you,looks after
you,loves you,forgives
you and anything you may
do, understands you, and
then the only thing sad
she ever does to you is
to die and leave you.
This is a very old poem that I found when my grandmother died in the early 70's. I put it into a frame and hung it on the wall. Whenever my children read it they told me it made them very sad. It has initials on the bottom but they are very hard to make out. I think they are S.H. but I am not sure. Please enjoy!
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