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About This Poem
A Tribute To My Mother
A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER
She picked cotton, and heaven knows
If she hadn't, there would be no clothes
For us to wear the coming fall
When school would start, but that's not all
She churned the cream to make the butter
But never once did I hear her utter
Words of discouragement for her plight
But sometimes I know she cried at night
She always took good care of us
And watch each day 'til we got on the bus
Then she'd begin her household chores
Making beds and washing clothes
She washed our clothes with soap from lye
And hung them on the line to dry
She fed the chickens and milked the cow
Took care of the pigs and the mama sow
At night after all of us were fed
She'd read us the Bible before we went to bed
The next day would be the same as before
She worked real hard chore upon chore
But today I know her chores are done
She's in heaven worshiping God's Son
Walking hand in hand with Pa
I love her and I miss my Ma
Curtis Moorman
13 May 2012
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