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The Greatest Gift


She never sang to me

But that's okay, she wan't much of a singer.

Instead she tucked me in

and offered me wishes of sweet dreams

 

If I didn't dream sweetly as she wished,

She was still there by my side.

"Its alright. Its all right."

 

Skip. Skip ahead.  

Her sisters sang at Christmas time.

The song by the Haynes'.

None of them can sing either,

But she laughs and joins in.

 

I didn't notice,

But now I know.

She did the show for me

So I could smile too.

 

Of course I made mistakes

She would sometimes turn red

Although discipline seemed unfair to me

She stuck with it.

 

I never knew until now

Everything was meant to help

And even though I'm grown now, 

I can't wait to return home to her.

Mom.

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QueenMargaret
<p>For the greatest woman and my best friend.</p>

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