my mother
My Mother
My mother, gentle and soft her spirit
Kind and honest was her way
Bad words about anyone
Did she ever say.
Never did she falter
Although she had her trials
She met all adversity
With laughter and with smiles
Even when her sight grew dim
And she could hardly see
She was a great example
A hero unto me.
A dedicated mother, an ever-loving wife.
Family was her focus during mortal life
Untouched by pride, selfishness or greed
Any sacrifice to give us all we need.
No influence could be greater
Than what she was to me.
As I grow older, wiser
She’s all I’d like to be
Kenyon J. Clark
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