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.
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Wow.... Good work done. Mothers are great gifts. God bless you