Ode to Mom
It matters not if she be slight, fair or tall; In as much as the title 'Mom' embodies all. Whilst physical traits are of no import; A joyful spirit doth every Mom sport. In the heart of Mom to human babe or beast in the wild; Burns the intense joy ignited by her child. It fuels her strength to face each task; And steeps her patience to do all we ask. A cheery disposition Mom ever bears; Effortlessly donning the many hats she wears. For all she is the world's treasure she is owed; Yet she will most cherish her child's love returned, so I give Mom this Ode.
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Lucindi
author of "JOY" Archives
January 2019
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