Mothers
Of all the wonderful things
God did create,
By far the best
Is your father's mate
A mother gives
Unquestioning love
And raises her children
With a tender glove
When all others have
Their work done
She is still at work
With daughter and son
She asks for nothing
In return,
Except perhaps for her children
To somehow learn
What makes good
Better than bad
And therefore a life
Happy, not sad
No easy chore,
As we all know
But every mother
An extra mile will go.
Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful Soup mothers, and, in fact, all mothers
everywhere. You are the foundation stone of civilization.
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