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A Mother:
Response and the ability to carry a heavy load.
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Fifty isn't old. It's really just a number.
How did I get here? I really don't remember saying goodbye to so many.
I'm scared that once I break it, like the dollar note, the years will disappear.
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I stand as life buffets me, challenging my right to live with contentment and achieve my dreams at last
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Will people remember the things I've done ~ or what I do now?
NOTE: These poems and others appear on my page: www.mmbpublishing.com/MothersDayPoems.html
Frances Macaulay Forde
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