A Mother Craig Allen A mother is a friend, a friend that none can find, Who leads us through any darkness, be it of any kind. If something we had misplaced, or an object we had broken, She’s there to cover up for us, while taking none in token. When there was a word or an action that seem to be so wrong, A mother could make things right for us, with a melodious song. A mother’s heart is pure, a pure heart as gold, Filled with warmth of love, even through winter’s cold. Her thoughts are ever clear, and her deeds are always good, If there was someone to run to, we’d run to where she stood. A mother knows her children, no matter where they go, Be it beyond the sunsets, or even behind the door. There’s none to compare a mother to, than the mother of a child, Whose heart is meek and gentle, whose love is warm and mild.

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