Mom
Mom was a loving, busy sort.
She “redd up” houses just for sport.
I’m one of five girls, I report.
Her time fell short, her time fell short.
She cleaned and cooked all through the
year.
She mowed and gardened, hunted deer.
She soothed and calmed each daughter’s
fear.
Her love shone clear, her love shone clear.
Black hair, red lips, she looked so fine.
Compassion, kindness all entwined.
I sure do miss that mom of mine.
The ties that bind, the ties that bind.
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