M-O-T-H-E-R


is for the million things she gave me,

means only that she's growing old,

is for the tears she shed to save me,

is for her heart of purest gold;

is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.


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