Hands that's soft, but wrinkled and hair that's turned to gray Steps that have grown slower with every passing day; a mind that has grown weary and eyes that have turned dim, But, a heart that's filled with love over-flowing at the brim. Oh, Mother, dear, of you I speak upon this Mother's day. I want to thank you for your deeds, for me, you've done along the way. 'tho it's not possible to count them or mention all in just one day, Please stay around--don't leave me now I'll make each day, a MOTHER'S DAY ! ! !
Reason for writing:
My dear mom is 93, as I put this poem on the internet.....I know I cannot have her forever, but, the selfish side of me wishes that I could.....I love you, Mother.........
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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