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MOTHER
by Lewis E. Thomas My mother is growing old She has wrinkles on her face There's not another like her None could ever take her place. Most won't see her beauty Most will just see she's old To me Mom is more precious Than all the Rich men's gold! Her strength has gotten weaker Her pace has slowed a bit I'm thankful for Mama's spankings Back when I throwed a fit. I see Mom with my heart She's a lady oh so fair When it comes to Mama There is none that can compare! Should the whole world forsake me My mother would take me in Because she gave me life And counts me as her friend. One day Mama will be gone I know that day I'll cry When Mama goes to Heaven To live with the King on High! Lewis E. Thomas Dedicated to Eunice D. Thomas/ColvinBorn 12-14-1928 Written for my mother on 12-1-94 ... Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |