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Yvonne Lindo's MOM
(Sis. Green)
- Words cannot
describe my mom,
- Who loves me
tenderly,
- For God has hand
picked mother!
- A special gift for
me.
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- God bestowed her
love to me
- For He knew that
only I
- Could but enjoy this
precious gem
- That He has loaned
to me..
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- Words cannot really
tell about
- This woman in my
life
- For she has been so
wonderful,
- And always plain all
right.
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- She has not only
been a mother,
- But father, aunt and
friend,
- And always when I
needed her
- She was ever present
there.
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- No burden seemed too
heavy
- For her to tackle
on.
- Depression, Oh,
that's funny,
- She's always on the
run.
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- Oh, Mother, I would
really want
- To be somewhat life
you,
- Loving, kind,
patient,
- And God-fearing,
too.
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- Mothers are so
precious,
- They can never be
replaced.
- Think of your mother
always
- With favor and with
grace.
--Yvonne
Lindo's
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