To Mama...and NANA ...

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WHAT MOM TOOK

Most often when we think of Mom
We think of what she's given;
The softness of a loving touch,
A gentle guide for living;
A nightly tiptoe in a room,
An understanding look;

But, sometimes when I think of Mom
I think of what she took;
She took a child and taught it how
To live this life with pride
She took those kindergarden tears,
And kept them all inside.

She took the hands that longed to hold
Her child and not let go
Used them to push her child along
The way to thrive and grow
Took time to do some other things
Like sew, and clean and cook,
And never thought to ask for thanks
For all the things she took,

Thanks, Mom

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Judith Bond

1987

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