A Mother's Love
her hair is long
her eyes green
behind her smile
suffering is seen
her hands are shaky,
for they have stood the test of time
I am my mother's daughter
and I am blessed to call her mine
her body is not what it once was
she struggles to hide the grey
as an infant, she cared for me
knowing that some day..
her soul would grow tired
and soon the end would come
she would leave this world in peace,
knowing all that I have done
There is no way to repay the price of a mother's love,
but to be there, in her honor
when the Lord calls her above
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