Whenever I think of a Mother,
one person comes to my mind;
She is full of love and compassion,
and I'm so glad that she's mine!
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I can proudly say, without a doubt,
that my Mother-In-Law is my Mom;
For she treats me like her own daughter,
in spite of all of my wrongs.
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She comforts me when I'm distraught,
she wipes away tears that I cry;
She's wise beyond the years she's lived,
she encourages me when I try.
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And even though her life's been hard,
she still shows her love to me;
Happy Mother's Day, my sweet Mother,
thank you for everything

Whenever I think of a Mother,
one person comes to mind;
She is full of love and compassion,
and I'm so blessed she's mine.
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I can proudly say, without a doubt,
that my Mother-In-Law is my Mom;
For she treats me as her daughter,
and loves me in spite of my wrongs.
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She comforts me when I'm distraught,
she wipes away tears that I cry;
She's wise beyond the years she's lived,
and she always stands by my side.
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I don't want to get out of bed,
I have no reason at all;
I'd rather lay here, all day long,
basking within these four walls.
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Nothing seems to interest me,
I'm much too sad to enjoy;
And everything I use to love,
I now can't find any joy.
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Everything seems quite useless,
a darkness wells up in me;
I can not find a glimpse of hope,
"Oh please everyone, let me be!"
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But they harp upon my sadness,
I'm ready to just give up;
What is the point of living,
when I've taken far too much?

Depression plagues this woman,
who can't find the strength to move on;
Stuck inside this Rabbit's cage,
exactly where she belongs.
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She feels like her heart's been broken,
it's is damaged and torn to shreds ;
"Snap out of this sadness you're feeling,"
is what all her loved ones have said.
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She wishes it were that easy,
but she can't control her moods;
She's tucked away in misery,
in the corner of her bedroom.
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No happiness dwells within her,
no excitement does she ever feel;
No smile you'll see upon her face,
"Maybe this nightmare is real?"
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She's everything she's hated,
everything that she has become;
And if she strays too far away,
back to the Cage she will run.

After the nightly news,
she faces the ***** wall;
She ***** her wrinkled thumb,
as she curls up in a ball.
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She knows what's soon to come,
it happens every night;
When the nightly news is over,
this small child's full of fright.
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And just like all the nights before,
they come into her room;
She has to reassure herself,
"This will all be over soon."
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Her breathing becomes shallow,
"Perhaps they'll think I'm dead;"
"Your being such a good, little girl,"
is the only words they said.
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Motionless she lays there,
as they touch her baby soft skin;
She feels overwhelmingly ill,
guilty and shamed from within.
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When they are finished using her,
they leave without saying a word;
She shakes as she cradles her Teddy,
this precious three-year old girl.

One day I'll have a happy home,
somewhere among the Heavenly host;
I'll feel no pain, no quilt lies there,
and Love in abundance, is free to share.
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I wonder what my Mansions like,
I'm sure it is a miraculous sight;
Walking on the streets of gold,
where people would trade, for their Souls.
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I'm sure I'll talk to men of old,
Abraham, Paul, Jacob and Job;
I wonder what they will be like,
I'll have the best time of my life.
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I also know Christ is my Lord,
and I'll go up when that Trumpet blows;
But for now, I'll live my life,
anticipating when I'll see Christ.

"Now don't you tell," they warned her,
Don't say a single word;"
"Why would they want to harm me,"
wondered this little girl.
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"Just do as you are told,"
they warned her once again;
"Perhaps our little playtime,
won't ever have to end?
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If you are a good girl,
we'll buy you some ice cream;"
The thought disgusted her so much,
she just wanted to scream.
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They did things to this child,
that she didn't understand;
She was at the mercy,
of their freely, roaming hands.
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They stole away her innocence,
her trust and childhood;
And as they left her bedroom,
They said, "Playtime was good."