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A Special Mother.
Honeysuckle vines smell not sweeter than you, my mother
A rose hath not the dearness of your heart...
A daisy hath not the purity or delicate beauty,
Of which you are a special part!
No love truer anywhere in the world, dear mother
Sincerity that easily cannot be found...
But when you pressed me to your breast, my special mother,
All these glorious qualities did abound!
When of naught I had to worry
When you shielded me from all that was unkind...
When you protected me as like an angel,
The problems of the world were not mine!
And many time I think back to those dearest times
When for me, you easily shed a tear...
How many times, special mother of mine,
I hoped and prayed you were near!
But a special angel went to heavenly beauty
A one so lovely like no other...
Filled with beauty so sublime in her heart,
Oh, yea, it was my special mother!
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