Mother Poem by Gerard Woods
Mother
She laughed and cried,
In truth and lies.
She born the young,
Across lines nappies strung.
She fed and dressed,
Ironed and pressed,
Dressed us smart
And tried to keep us
Pure at heart,
Dear Mother.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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5/3/2024 9:33:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow.... Good work done. Mothers are great gifts. God bless you