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Compassion Is The Fashion
Mothers, are a strong part of who we are
As mine was and still is,looking down from a heaven's star
My mother loved us so very much
As it was felt,in all she did, with a loving touch
From the time she carried me, in her womb
God gave her a life, that would bloom
A mother's care will meet our needs
As our mother did, planting the teachings of our life's seeds
During the years of our childhood
She would chase after us,to all, she could
Our energies would tend to make her crazy
But a mother,like mine,would think your still her daisy
From being a city girl, to living on the farm
She raised her family with her own kind of charm
She loved to cook and made sure you were full to the top
Before we went out,to plant,the next season's crop
Farming was different, from what she was raised doing
And she knew there was no sense of stewing
She rolled up her sleeves, to help pull baby pigs
And had fun later, dancing with dad with a hop,skip and a jig
We didn't always have a lot of money
But she would try to make your days, feel sunny
Enjoying simple things, to its best
Became a great quality,from her,to invest
Finding the good,in whatever,we had
Was appreciated more ...not gloomy or sad
For a mother,like her,was a diamond in the ruff
Made of all,the right kind of stuff
Rummage sales and bargain stores,we would shop
Treasures we would find and feel on top
Her clothing and style matched, like the new updated fashion
But nothing was so neat & real,as her love of people & compassion
My mother was a wonderful and kind lady
Nothing about her was shady
She was always sending out a cake,card or gift
To those that had a birthday or just needing a lift
Her love of people,laughter and smiles
Was felt by family,friends,and strangers for miles
No one, was a stranger, to her
Just a new friend, she would say and prefer
Mama raised us well, in this way
For it was instilled in us, from her, to this day
Four years have gone by now, since my mother died
And my heart aches for her, inside
I know there were times that weren't always rosy
But she was my flower of life...my special posy
The stories of mom, will always be there
Because she knew how to love and care
People loved her, as many stories still ring
She made our lives, to this day, sing
She had filled, my life, with a true sense of compassion
That will outlast any kind of fashion
As God made us, to love one another
He gave me, one special kind of mother
She wasn't just a mother but a special friend
And with this,I love you mom,to heaven this I will send
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