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Our Mother's Love

Grandmother never allowed us to call her “Grandma” or any of the other pet names you call your Nana. Mom never cared what we called her, as long as we came when she called us. She demanded obedience, made us do our chores. She cared where we went and what we were doing. She cooked our faves, sewed, mended and cleaned. She worked many hours to provide for our needs, sacrificing her own needs to insure ours were met. I never heard her gripe, though her life was difficult. Only two kinds of people inhabit our world: Givers and Takers. Most are takers, who snatch and grab whatever they can. Then there are the givers, who put others first. Our mother was a giver. She taught us how to live. She taught us how to love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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