William Chaplar (August 18,1961 / Trenton, New Jersey)
The first day that you went to school, wet tears flooding your eyes;
the day you got hurt on the field and thought you'd surely die;
that time when someone broke your heart and you weren't thinking clear;
through all of these, you were put at ease when Mom told you, "I'm here."
The table's turned; it's payback time; your mother needs you now.
But through the years and all the tears, she aptly showed you how.
So when she's reached her twilight time and her reward is near,
the best thing she can hear from you is, "Don't cry, Mom, I'm here."
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