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Mom
Daily there were clothes to wash The load count was always five Then there were the meals to fix So her children could survive She swept the floors and dusted And washed dishes mountains high Back then no conditioned air In the hot days of July. With a needle and some thread She mended family clothes And as she sewed she rarely thought Of sorrows or of woes. Grocery shopping was another thing Of her chores each week Always she wore gingham In a dress way past antique The hours they turned into days, And the days turned into weeks As the weeks went into years They brought lines onto her cheeks Her roughened hands and furrowed brow Put gray steaks in her hair Then, her children grown and gone, She found her rocking chair. And as she sat there rocking Looking backward at her past She knew she’d done God’s calling And her job was done … at last The creaking of the rocking chair Was music to her ears And daily she relived the life Of all her prior years She had lived life fully From childhood through her prime Right up to when The chair claimed all her time. No more mounds of dishes No more mountains’ clothes And with a smile in a rocking chair Her life came to its close.
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