Mother's Work

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Mother's Work

From sun up to sun down.
Mother's work is never done.

Yet there's one day set aside to honor her.

From Sunday to Saturday.
Mother's work is never done.

Yet there's one day set aside to honor her.

She cooks, she cleans, for the family she does many things.
She teaches, she disiplines and she prays.
On bended knees she stays.

Yet there's one day set aside to honor her.

Why wait for that one day? Tell her that you're thankful for what she does for you everyday.

For tommorow may never come.

Poetic Expressions 5-12-2002 copywritten work

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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