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Mother

A poem for mom...

clothed in honor and dignity

a beacon of strength, the light I see

breathes in patience, pours out peace

with a forehead kiss, she embraces me

Thanks be to God for sending you

who loves unconditionally and annoys too

but I wouldn’t trade her for another

she calls me “daughter”

and I call her “mother”

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