My Mother Dear
In her eyes I shine bright.
Within her heart I do sit light.
For in her hands lies my life,
And in her mind dwells not strife.
Of my path, the way I do not know,
But by mide sider her face do glow.
With never a tear,
A sweet angel I do hear.
She always knows the way to go.
My mother dear, I love you so.
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