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Mother

This is not a poem written for my own mother.  I wrote it long ago, to the kind of mother I hoped to be.

There’s not a day goes by, Mom dear20130309-031953.jpg
I don’t thank God for you,
for every week and month and year,
for everything you do.
You taught me with a woman’s heart
courage has no gender.
You let me know and always showed
the strength in being tender.
There are no words dear Mother mine.
If so, I’d shout them loud.
Instead, I’ll try to live a life
I know will make you proud.

Shirley Hanna-King

 

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