Mothers

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Mothers


Roses are red
Violets are blue
When us kids are in our beds
She checks on us too
Gives us a place to grow
So we can discover our worth
We learn that we reap
What we sow
And leave with mirth
When she’s six feet deep
We will wail
Till the grief is burnt
The memory of her shall not fail
Her lessons Learnt
She shows it True
Mothers