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Poem for my Mother
 
Always enough to go round,
That was your way.
Though we were poor -
The door always open,
The welcome always warm.

Became my way too -
Caring and sharing,
Making the best of a bad hand.
Saw me through some troubled times.

And losing your sight
Hasn't stopped you -
The household chores are always done,
The meal prepared,
The kettle on.

Better than a book you are,
Your truth so simply read.
You are the love that's in my heart,
The wisdom of my head.

By Aengus

© 2009 Aengus (All rights reserved)

 

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