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My Mother


MMy mothery mother comes to mind often
could it be for fun
nay, she was sober and thoughtful
thinking of the next and next successful.

Firm and resolved she lived
a performer ever, never timid
strict mother and a stern administrator
set her goals far above the greater.

If at all she had been resolute until the end
had she not given away in a bend
sure she would have retained the heights
from where she fell in dire straits.

How did she stoop down? I cry
A question set across with a buy
never could I find out the reason
could that be the reason
why my mother comes to my mind often.