A Mother's Love
A mother to her child is bending,
She picks him up to hold him near.
She loves as she has always loved,
With kindness, compassion and fear.
She puts him down and sends him off,
Discreetly wipes away a tear.
A mother's love is never-ending,
It's why we hold our mothers dear.
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