A Mother

A MOTHERA MOTHER

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How much I love you I can't say:It's more than words can hold.You're all at once my rich, red clay,My potter and my mould.


Yours the words that shaped my voice,The spirit within mine.Yours the will that shaped my choice,My fortune, and my sign.


How lucky I was to have had youAt the core of me!Wise and good, you always knewJust what I could be.


And so I came to be someoneWhom I could be proud of.For this I give my swollen sumOf gratitude and love.


A mother's love determines howWe love ourselves and others.There is no sky we'll ever seeNot lit by that first love.


Stripped of love, the universeWould drive us mad with pain;But we are born into a worldThat greets our cries with joy.


How much I owe you for the kissThat told me who I was!The greatest gift - a love of life -Lay laughing in your eyes.


Because of you my world still hasThe soft grace of your smile;And every wind of fortune bearsThe scent of your caress.


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