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A mother's love so tender
She has a gentle touch
Her children are her treasures
Cherished so very much

How a mother does it
Who of us can know
Even when she is tired
She still has strength to show

A woman can be strong
She can take on many things
But when she becomes a mother
She can fly like a bird on feathered wings

You gave to me the best you have
Like you, there is no other
This is the person I see
My Support, My Strength, My Mother

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Original Poem © 5/02/04 - Revised 5/03/06
All Poetry Original & Revised Versions were written by
Kathryn Sunday Davis
Unless otherwise noted on the page.
I do not revise poetry that I did not originally write.