Mother's Day



My mother loved me from the beginning.
On Sunday mornings, we walked  to church.
Then, Tuesdays we blessed my  lunch.
Held hands on Thursday after a nightmare.
Evenings on Saturdays she read me Mother Goose.
Remembering my mother I love her once again.

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