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Gratitude #13: Mom


Today's her birthday,
I couldn't leave it alone
Without saying I'm grateful
for my mother, whose home
is everyone else's
that wanders on in.
Young kids, neighbors, strangers,
my mom calls them friend.
My mom is creative
cub scout meetings were grand
from the decor and games
mother crafted by hand.
No rolls can counter
those in her kitchen made
just wait til it's topped with
her apricot marmalade.
Mom taught us to read
she got us up in the morn,
I've known a world of words
from the day I was born.
Mom took care of our needs
late at night, each morn early
she hefted our carseats
and her thin arms... were burly
After years of lifting,
of calming and caring,
of drying our sad eyes
while her chocolate sharing.
Mom loves without waiting
She gives, none withheld.
She's an influence for good,
positivity she propels.
She speaks of Christ,
she teaches what's right.
She delights in Christmas,
her favorite color is white.
She has bad luck with orders
And while she could scoff,
When her food comes back different
She just laughs it off.
Disney figures are decor
for her children's play place
She makes sure all the young ones
in her arms have a space.
I'm grateful for You
on today, and each other
If only all the world
had you for a mother.



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