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To All The Moms
Mom, you nurtured me for nine months
Mom, you suffered a lot for me.
Mom, you are always there to advise me
On my daily problems.
Mom, you are the first word I spoke
Mom, because that word means love.
Mom, from far away and from up close
You deserve to be praised.
Mom, each day should be your celebration
Since you play a major role in our creation.
Mom, nothing can replace you
Mom, how can I ever thank you
For all that you have given me.
Mom, it is an eternal debt
That I will carry into heaven.
Mom, on this day that is yours
I can only bow my head
Humbly, piously in order to say
poem
by
Jacques H. Guiteau
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