Mother - Poem by Rhonda Baker
Mother is the thing, I'd always wanted to be.
To have a child of my own, Oh what glee
Then the day came, and to me was born a son
It was only the beginning. The journey's just begun
I always thought of all the things I would teach you and say...
Little did I know, in life you'd show me the way
The way to slow down. To really look at things
There's more there... Then a quick glance brings
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