with fond regard |
Mother with her quiet way
Gives herself to loves decision
Her greatest strength is understanding
A steering hand in supervision
Always there with gifts to share
In tender dreams on darkest night
Comforting when winter comes
A guiding flame of candlelight
A loving heartbeat calms the rage
Colours love in tender form
To be beside when tears we cried
Caressing hand of soothing warm
And Mother in her final sleep
Will not see our shedding of tears
By a stream of loving memories
Released from all our hopes and fears
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