Along the path of life,
And one of the toughest rows to hoe
…Is that of being a wife.
Then soon with marriage comes a child,
A life-time job is there,
For the woman who becomes a mother,
And holds a baby so fair.
A parent’s job isn’t easy……
There’s always work to do,
So from the beginning of time,
It’s been meant to be shared by two.
Both Mom and Dad, holding a hand,
Helping to lead the way,
Teaching the good…. Pointing out the bad,
Together in work or play.
Unfair it is, but there are times
This job is left to one,
While tears are still damp she’ll raise her head,
And fight til the battle is won,
For a mother gives birth more than once,
Through lifes winding road,
With a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the head,
She helps carry the load.
Although only one, she teaches well,
And her child grows strong,
With a lesson in patience or kindness,
Steadily they move along,
Til one day they reach the gate,
Where the child goes on his own.
Since I passed that gate, my love has swelled
……. For Mother, who raised me alone.
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