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A mother must be many things First, she is a vessel Faring seas not so calm Then she is a gardener Shining sun with her smile Willing flowers out of the dirt And picking out those weeds Spreading seeds with a hope That doesn't wither when the snow falls Then for some time she is an acrobat Balancing high in the air Carrying great weight on her shoulders Still, the audience will never See her falter For a while she may be a critic Stiffly accepting nothing But the best But ultimately she is herself an artist Chiseling and shaping meticulously With gentle hands I know For I have been Hauled And tended to And carried And sculpted With great skill And love More abundant Than the oceans she once sailed
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
A Mother
A mother must be many things First, she is a vessel Faring seas not so calm Then she is a gardener Shining sun with her smile Willing flowers out of the dirt And picking out those weeds Spreading seeds with a hope That doesn't wither when the snow falls Then for some time she is an acrobat Balancing high in the air Carrying great weight on her shoulders Still, the audience will never See her falter For a while she may be a critic Stiffly accepting nothing But the best But ultimately she is herself an artist Chiseling and shaping meticulously With gentle hands I know For I have been Hauled And tended to And carried And sculpted With great skill And love More abundant Than the oceans she once sailed
I gave this to my mother in a card on her birthday.
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devin-ellis
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 9:33 PM UTC
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