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Once a year we choose a day
To pay tribute to our mothers.
Flowers and gifts we do bestow
To her and not to others.
Through the years she gave her all
To raise her children well.
The sacrifices that she made
Would be too many to tell.
Her love outshines the brightest star,
As she shares equally with her offspring,
Making each one feel they are the best.
Fond memories tug gently at my heart strings.
To you, dear Mother, I write this poem,
To express my feelings of devotion;
For you have loved me all these years -
God's unconditional love in motion.
By Pauline Hamblin
Once a year we choose a day
To pay tribute to our mothers.
Flowers and gifts we do bestow
To her and not to others.
Through the years she gave her all
To raise her children well.
The sacrifices that she made
Would be too many to tell.
Her love outshines the brightest star,
As she shares equally with her offspring,
Making each one feel they are the best.
Fond memories tug gently at my heart strings.
To you, dear Mother, I write this poem,
To express my feelings of devotion;
For you have loved me all these years -
God's unconditional love in motion.
By Pauline Hamblin
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