Mother - Poem by Arah Morrison
This is in honor of a special lady,
and the beautiful gift she so graciously gave me.
This is in remembrance of all she has done,
to make sure I had plenty
even when she had none.
This is for her helping hand.
Through all my troubles
She fought to understand.
This is to my mother
Who was sent down form God above,
and I thank him each and every day.
That she was sent for me to love.
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