For my Mother

She gave everything she had

And still she keeps on giving

With shoulders heaving beneath her load

She did not complain ,

Did not utter a hard word,

Tending and toiling

She gave and kept on giving.

As solid as the eternal oak

My mother full of love

Her outpouring heart a grateful gift

That comes from up above.

With tired work worn hands outstretched

She gave and keeps on giving.

If I could give her all the world

It would not be quite enough

To make up for the years of toil

of sacrifice she made so much

And angels sing their songs above

For a giving mother ,

My mother whom I love.

photo: Pexels

Dedicated to my mother in appreciation for all her hard work and sacrifice.

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