Our Precious Mothers

Have pity on us poor siblings

for we don’t know how precious mothers are,

until their eyelids have finally fallen

like the early morning star.

 

They fill us with such happiness

and leave memories we hold so dear,

but when they are dead and buried

it’s so hard to keep back the tears.

 

You’ll never meet another woman

that makes life seem so worthwhile,

who stands at the door to greet you

with a warm and affectionate smile.

 

So mind mother while she’s living

as she gives endless love to you,

‘cos you’ll miss her when she’s gone

when her time on earth is through.

 

 

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