A Mother
A mother works so hard
And her work is never done,
She has so many chores
Before the setting of the sun.
And 'tho she is so tired
And each step seems like a mile,
It all seems worth it all
When she sees her children smile.
It gives her pride and joy
As she kisses each one good night,
Listening to their prayers to God
To keep them safe, 'till morning light.
Oh 'tis such a wonderful thing
To know a mother's love,
To look upon her precious babies
As beautiful as a dove.
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