Born with capacity to love her home
Not knowing at first, she ponders alone
If she has what it takes
To make her house a home
She shaped her daughters
Influenced her sons
A labor of love, a life fully worn
She is a Mother, her heart is her home
As days move on, now years long gone
Reflections of laughter
Hide and seek foregone
Hugs and kisses still going on
My mother shaped me not knowing at first
The type of mother to be from the moment of birth
When therefore new life conceived in me
I knew her capacity of love meant to be
Thanks to the one whose heart for home
Shaped her daughters, influenced her sons
She is a Mother, her heart is her home
Love eternal to all she has born!
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