The Gift
Far too many for all to see.
Too many gifts you've given to me.
I always knew you'd be there with me till the end.
What a wonderful blessing with you as my friend.
I've hated, cursed you, and trampled over your land.
But in my times of pain, you were holding my hand.
A teacher, a friend, a nurse, and a joy,
even alone you made me a man, from a boy.
You always put us kids first, even if your life was the cost.
Without you as my guide, my life would sadly be lost.
Mother, I love You. Your constant great gifts.
My life's been a heaven. Thanks to you my heart lifts!
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