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Three Hands Holding Firm
A mother holds her first born son
Life and love become one
Two hands holding firm
When apart he shakes and squirms
The cure of a mothers voice
Erases any other noise
Warmth and warmth together
Combining their hearts forever
A mother and her first born son
Three years later 2+1
Two young boys in her arms
Some would say her two little lucky charms
Three hands holding firm
When apart only one shakes and squirms
Together they grow as a family
It started before they were standing
A mother in between two big boys
Grabbing the belt is a mothers only other choice
But boys don't cry they take their licks
Except when mother decides to grab a big ole switch
Hooping and hollering
The two boys rant and cry
But at the end of the day
She tells them everythings all right
For a mother with two young sons
A mothers work never seems to be done
Cooking, Cleaning and dressing
To a mother these things are a blessing
A blessing full of curses indeed
If your a mother you know what I mean
Motherhood at it's very best
Raising two boys is a mothers ultimate test
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