A tribute

A special tribute to MOM

Mom lived her life for Love of friends and family,

Neither asking for nor wanting in return.

Her days became a sunlit homely,

with other's joy her joy and main concern.

When we were ill, she also became sick:

When we were cut, she too, began to bleed.

Of our oil lamp she was the wick,

Drawing her bright flame from our need.

Some say that such behavior's out of date:

That self-fulfillment is the way to grace.

But Mom, without much choice, then chose her fate,

Finding greater truth in embrace.

She lives on in the sparkle in our eyes.

Laughing, quiet, gentle, Loving wise.

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Perhaps this could be the way you

would like to remember your Mom.