Please feed the birds
please feed the birds
Theie dear Mother said.
With so little time left
she still thought of them.
She raised eight children
Alas, seven are left.
All, Every one of them.
Are truly blessed.
She, was their mother,
mentor and friend.
The lady ran the household,
and was known not to bend.
she was ninety-four.
Dying in her bed.
Had gave the last measure.
Anon, nothing was left.
They praised the Most High.
Everyone comes to an end.
Please feed the birds
Their Dear Mother said.
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