My mother dead so long,
Asked for little, but missed so much,
It never seemed fair.
New to children, I loved a mother,
Through the woman of my life,
Giving me gifts of new life.
Years fly by, children grow,
Nourished by mother's love,
And then, they too give life.
Now, I see Mother,
Through eyes of age,
Mother of three, Life to more.
Awed by new mothers,
Grandchildren so loved,
My mother lives in them.
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