Angel In Disguise
Her hands are pained and twisted
Her eyes almost blind
Her feet burning and crippled
Yet she still has some of her mind.
She use to be so lively
And loving all the time
Caring for her family
And saving every dime
She would work in her garden
To feed us all year round
Giving us all a pardon
And never making a sound
The clothes we wore
Her hands did sew
Filling every drawer
Never letting us go without, even if what she had was few
The beautiful smile upon her face
Would brighten any room
Like flowers in a vase
She would take away the gloom
Her life she spent giving love
To all that crossed her path
Putting everyone else above
Even if they were filled with wrath
But now her body is failing
And it is hard to even move
There are times she should be wailing
Yet she still has something to prove
Her hands are pained and twisted
Her eyes almost blind
Her feet burning and crippled
Yet she still loves all mankind
And when you gaze into her eyes
And see her heart you realize
She is more than just a mother in our lives
She is an angel is disguise.
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