Edna Howard White
Mother - Poem by Edna Howard White
We love you for yourself
You don't have to prove a thing
You don't need a mansion
Or a thousand dollar ring We love the way you love us
continue on and on
Continue to teach the golden rule
The way you're always done. Will love you when you
are old and feeble
and walking with a cane
We won't feel any burden
We’’ only feel the same.
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