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TWO MOTHERS ALIKE

I had a mother,
So sweet and fair.
I still can remember
Her soft brown hair.

It was long ago,
But not forgotten.
For, it was of her flesh
That I was begotten.

I loved her so.
But, our Lord did, too.
So, we gave her to Him,
Our eyes filled with dew.

She now is in Heaven ...
In a place that was made
For only our mothers,
Whose love never fades.

I now have another,
That loves me the same.
I, also, call her mother.
For, God gave her that name.

I love her as much,
If not any more.
She's a warmth to my heart,
And holds the key to it's door.

Words cannot express,
The charm that she holds.
She's just like all mothers,
That come from God's mold.



by Leslie M. Willson, Sr.

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