My Momma

My Momma

Momma, I remember on Mother's day,
You did things in the same old way.
Had 10 children, but expected no gifts.
Just what God give you was a nice lift.

Years went by Momma wanted more,
Was a Mother and good wife for sure.
She wanted material things to ware,
Fine jewelry, pretty clothes, and hair.

When I got older I bought her things,
She loved her gifts especially rings.
At Christmas time I loved to share,
My gifts with her the love and care.

BY: Kings

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