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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">God made my mother on an April day,<br>From sorrow and the mist along the sea,<br>Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,<br>And the moon loved her wandering jealously.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Beside the ocean's din she combed her hair,<br>Singing the nocturne of the passing ships,<br>Before her earthly lover found her there<br>And kissed away the music from her lips.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She came unto the hills and saw the change<br>That brings the swallow and the geese in turns.<br>But there was not a grief she deeméd strange,<br>For there is that in her which always mourns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Kind heart she has for all on hill or wave<br>Whose hopes grew wings like ants to fly away.<br>I bless the God Who such a mother gave<br>This poor bird-hearted singer of a day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Francis+Ledwidge">Francis Ledwidge</a></strong></div>

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