Motherly Love - Poem by John Churchill
A family is just like a cart wheel,
and the hub of the wheel is the mum,
and when things go wrong, it’s not before long
that it's mother to where they all run.
Your mother's the one that protects you
who nurtured and fed you from birth,
she is the one that for daughter or son
would go to the end of the earth.
She might not be that good at spelling
and at maths she's not very bright,
but when it comes to good sense,
don't sit on the fence,
admit that your mum's always right.
Your mother knows just what she's doing
when she lets your dad think he is boss
If she wasn't there, he'd shout and he'd swear,
and he knows that he'd be a dead loss.
So always look after your mother
show her that you really care,
give her the best, and thank God you were blessed
with a mother who always was there.
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