Date: 1966
Especially for: My mother
Who kindly helped us to survive,
The trying years, from one to five?
Who saw that we got off to school,
To learn that "good old Golden Rule"?
Who held our hands and checked our heads,
To see if we should be in our beds?
Who was by our side both day and night
And tried to teach us wrong from right?
Who's told us things from A to Z
Without her help where would we be?
She's swell and nice, but to be frank,
We have only her to thank, OUR MOTHER.
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