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Millions of dewdrops greet the dawn,
As hundreds of bees buzz the clover,
Dazzling butterflies flutter about,
As moms give love the world over.
Lessons learned at our mother’s knee,
Last a lifetime till we grow older,
Popping up when troubles accrue,
Like a whispering angel on our shoulder.
Gods gives us friends that mean so much,
Children, fathers, sisters and brothers,
Though far, far above all the rest,
No one loves us more than our mothers.
In and out of friendships, jobs and partners,
Our mothers always stay our evening star.
Those who where born to a selfish mom,
Make the rest us realize how lucky we are.
How great life is to have a good mom,
Who reads what we feel but can’t say.
Nothing means as much as her tender touch,
And for all who are without one, “we pray.”
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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