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A Mother's Heart
 


The young man sang in his strong tenor voice,
his mother...in the front row;
what a thrill, what joy, what merited pride...
coursed right through her frame...head to toe.

She's known from his birth he was gifted
but when all was said and done,
this was the Sydney Opera House,
the soloist, her eldest son.

Imagine emotions experienced,
she surely felt fifty feet high.
I assure you, my friends,
'twas pleasure indeed,
for that overjoyed mother was I.



For my son Matthew
with love and blessings










By cherryk

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