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Mothers

What can be said about Mothers,
That hasn't already been said,
Caring for children all through the day,
'Till it's time to send them to bed.

Hearing their problems, mending their wounds,
Telling them all will be well,
How many things do they do for their kids?
No one can really tell.

Without them we would be nothing,
That's very plain to see,
So I thank God for our Mothers,
For they made what is you and me.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul