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My mother at the age of 17.
With Love and Thanks, Mom
My Darling Mother,
How lovely you were as a new bride
Your green eyes glowed with pride
as you stood with Dad at your side
You shared my love for writing poetry
so as I sit in the shade of your pecan tree,
I write this as though you were next to me
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Seventeen and a city girl who married a farmer
without knowing one thing about being a wife.
I remember you telling me Dad was a charmer
and together you shared a hard but happy life.
I always admired the many things you did for me.
You listened intently when I had reasons to worry.
I know there were moments when we didn't agree,
but things worked out with a happy end to our story.
Your love for Dad and the three children you beared
was the kind of love every child needs so very much.
You made a home for us in which we always shared
your comforting affection; gentleness of your touch.
Mom, I hope you knew how much I looked up to you
and appreciated your help when my babies were born.
You had boundless patience showing me what to do
and never once corrected me in a voice full of scorn.
I'm truly sorry if I ever made you sad or caused your tears.
As a mother I know now what I must have put you through.
I fully understand your anxiety and your unnerving fears,
so with all my heart I thank you, Mom, just for being you.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
April 22nd, 2016 Francine's "Mom" Contest
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