I recall of my mother in days long of yore
Once dividing an apple in quarters to eat
And then giving them all to four boys she adored
While I wondered why she disliked apples so sweet.

Well it's now looking back that the fact becomes clear
That it wasn't that these to her taste were so poor--
Yes, the thought brings her back and makes her the more dear--
Oh, my momma, so selfless, loved boys so much more.

"...Her price is far above rubies."--Proverbs 31:10

�John Evans
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