POEMS and VERSE

What Is A Mother?
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A mother is someone who cares about you..
spaceShe's someone you could always run to as a child..
space She's someone you can always turn to as you grow..
spaceWhatever the situation, a mother seems to know just what you need..
space And whatever the need she's willing to help, ready to listen, able to understand..
space She's someone who encourages you to be all you can be - yet accepts you just as you are..
space She's a mender of hearts..
space A maker of memories..
space A designer of beautiful dreams..
space Weaving a home from the fabric of life, keeping it snug at the seams..
space A mother is someone who will always have a special place in your heart and your life..

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M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell
"MOTHER"
A word that means the world to me.

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RICHER THAN GOLD

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a mother who read to me.
-- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)

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WONDERFUL MOTHER

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
--Pat O'Reilly

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MOTHER'S SONGS

Songs my mother taught me,
In the days long vanish'd
Seldom from her eyelids
Were the teardrops banish'd.
Now I teach my children
Each melodious measure,
Oft the teardrops flowing,
Oft they flow from my mem'ry's treasure.
-- Author Unknown

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A picture memory brings to me;
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.
I feel her gentle hand restrain
My selfish moods, and know again
A child's blind sense of wrong and pain.
But wiser now,
a man gray grown,
My childhood's needs are better known.
My mother's chastening love I own.
-- John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

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