Mom wrote this poem to her mother many years ago. We thought it was fitting to remember her by, as we all feel the same way about her.
"Mother"
When God gave out mothers
He gave the best to me.
My mom is both pretty and smart,
she is really a work of art.
God gave me the best, yes, indeed.
You could take any beauty in the world
and none could match that of my mom’s.
She is kind, gentle, and understanding as can be.
That’s why my mom means the world to me.
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