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Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die? My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who was so very kind to me, My Mother?
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward they care, My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother.
I love u Mommy
Mother's love is the best, pure and holy.
I bless God for this woman
I celeberate Women
God bless all the caring mothers
Am still @preshchris
That's a lovely poem, thanks for sharing it with us. I have yet to publish any of my own yet, but reading others gives me the courage to do so.
Thank you so much
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