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MY Mother Love


MY Mother Love
by: Mina Mae Tarr
MY Mother love can understand our tears,
She can soothe my disappointments
and clam all my fears away.

There is times when my mother love
the joy we share and feel
when something we have dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a Mother Faith
helps us on the life path
Inspire in us the confidence
we needed from day to day.

A mother heart and Mother Faith
Mother Steadfast love were fashioned by angels
and sent by the amazing god above.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2008

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  • okeydokey #3 (1/30/2008 9:08:00 PM)

    nice...this is too true...i am a total...momma's boy...you have described...the mother's role...quite well...this is good stuff... (Report) Reply

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