Our Mother

Our mother has charity
She's full of benevolence
As she patterns purity
And cherishes innocence

She serves selflessly, unfeigned
For peace, she negotiates
Angels cannot be restrained
They're as her associates

And when there is but pittance
With faith and with networking
Her arms extend the distance
And puts to place faith working

Our mother's good heart supplies
Tenderness and beauty
And when to her ears one cries
She knows what is her duty

On Mother's Day can she rest?
That depends on who helps her
Perhaps we can do our best
On this day, to be Mother

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Come the day, when she is gone
What will we feel everywhere?
Her love went to everyone
As she extended her kind care
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The day's here, Mother is gone
No longer to telephone
Part of her stays- life goes on
I hear her voice in my own