Mom, I want you to know,
I remember all you did.
All of the birthday parties,
the Easter eggs you hid.
The washing and the ironing,
the clothes that you made.
The swing on the front porch,
where I sit in the shade.
The apple and cherry pies,
that you always bake.
The pudding and the candy,
and the homemade cake.
The puppies and the kittens,
that you so often fed.
The quilt you made by hand,
that covered up my bed.
I remember too,
and there isn't any doubt.
To have what I needed,
you often did without.
There's so many things,
I can't begin to count.
And with every memory,
they all begin to mount.
As I count those memories,
I want you to know.
I thank the good Lord,
for a Mom who loved me so.

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