MotherWhile she is here on earth You can never repay her For what she's done since birth. Keep her in your memory Let no temper lurk For you hold the key, child That unlocks her heart. Be a loving daughter, Be a loving son, You cannot improve on Mother No matter where you begin. You are the full image Of her flesh and blood Mother will always share with you The last crumb of bread. Mother's hair once golden Now is silvery gray, Yet she is the same dear Mother Of Your happy childhood days. Soon she may be called up yonder To the land beyond the sun, Then there'll be a vacant chair That no one else can fill. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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