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Mother:
As long ago we carried to your knees
the
tales and treasures of eventful days,
Knowing no deed too
humble for your grace,
nor any gift too trivial to
please,
So still we bring with older smiles and
tears,
What gifts we may to claim the old, dear
right;
your faith beyond the silence and the night;
Your
love still close and watching through the
years.
© Anthony C. Mar
22,1998
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