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| What Mom Took |
The softness of a loving heart
But, sometimes, when I think of Mom
She took a child and taught it how
She took the hands that longed to hold
Her reward to see them grow
A mother's smile, a gentle look
When we think of Mom
We think of what she gave
Not what she took.
The gentle voice while reading a book
Her gentle tip-toe into a room
With an understanding look.
I think of ...........
Not what she gave
But, what she took.
To live a life with pride
She wiped those kindergarten tears
And kept them all inside.
Her child and not let go
Took time to clean and sew and cook
And never thought to ask for thanks
For all the things she took.
To live a life with pride
And independence to show
A mother's love tucked deep inside.
A mother's pride.....
For not the things she gave,
But, all the things she took.
Copyright What Mom Took by Patricia Stockdale - Tersi© 1994, All
Rights Reserved
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