Richard Rogers Poet I do not know?

My Mother's Son

As I look at the days that are past
At the squandered youth I knew would not last
I think of the lessons taught to my family and me
As we sat and we played at my mother’s knee
She taught of love and beauty and song
And how to serve others all our days long
She cleaned and bandaged and kissed away our hurts
She made us meals and blankets and fixed our shirts
She taught us to cook and clean and to do our part
And to share the lessons with in our heart
To this woman what greater gift can I give?
Than a memorial of the lessons that I can live
And so when all of my days are done
How glad to be known as my mother’s son

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