Mother, oh Mother, oh how I think of thee
your loving touch
your patient soul
was alway there for me,
In times of crisis, in my youth
when adolescence flaired
it was you who took control of things
point is you were there,
You never got to see me grow
to the man that i am now
for you had to leave so young in life
before Gods' throne you bowed,
The highest honor I bestowe to you
your essence will live on
tis' the pattern of your life i live
till my day is done.
Leonard Charles Peele
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