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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