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Her mother I'll be

I won't put her in a place where she'll be forgotten,
Where the floors are dirty and the bedclothes are rotten,
Where others will taunt her and strip her of pride,
And watch her slowly wither, when her soul has died,

I will keep her and love her, as she loved me,
I will cook clean and sew, her mother I'll be,
And for that I'll be thankful and keep in my sight,
As I pay back the love, that she gave so right,

I will cherish each moment, as if it were new,
I will learn things each day, as students do,
Coz I've not done this before for my mother you see,
I will feed her and clean her like she did for me,

I will learn her new songs and make her laugh,
I will tell her the stories from each photograph,
I will speak of a woman who is the queen of my life,
I will speak of a mother and a wonderful wife,

And she will listen as though she knows,
And nod her head as her memory grows,
And look at me through eyes that knew me then,
And hold me and make me feel home again,

And at night when I tuck her in bed,
I will lay a kiss on her beautiful forehead,
And whisper I love you, forget me not ever,
Because my love for her no one can sever,

And in the morning she won't be alone,
I won't be a voice on the end of the phone,
I will do what it takes to make her feel free,
And thank her daily for the life she gave me.

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Tina Ford

Tue 22nd Dec 2015 22:45

Thank you very much x

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 22nd Dec 2015 18:40

Do it if you can. But if you can't, do the best you can.
Circumstances have a way of dictating what gets done
but the humanity in these lines is what we should all
aim for.

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Tina Ford

Fri 18th Dec 2015 13:36

Thanks Laura xxx

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Laura Taylor

Fri 18th Dec 2015 09:48

Awwwr Tina, lovely. My dear old dad is needing a lot of looking after these days since my mother passed. It's not a stage in life we ever really consider, is it, until it happens?

Nice rhythm, but most importantly, a beautiful and tender poem.

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