Mother

 

Oversized and cuddly

Shape was not her care,

No style or fancy fashion,

Or colour for her hair.

But deep inside was a huge volcano

A reservoir of gold

Erupting with gushes of endless love

To share with young and old.

Tireless and determined

Discarding rest and play

Responding to our every need

Was all that filled her day.

But also there for a lowly soul

Calling to her door.

In giving you get, was her belief

And she proved it more and more.

Weary but contented

With nothing left undone

She answered Heaven’s calling

Her health and strength were gone.

We cherish our dear mother

As we navigate each day

Through life without her steady hand

To guide us on our way.

 

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