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A Mother's Day Poem

On Mothers

At the heart of all that is love, that is good is the psalm, is the hymn, that is motherhood; veiled with simplicity, hidden by sleepless eyes, a vigilance of compassion that heals infant cries

Though not all have felt it, have been blanketed in its peace its blessings are eternal, gifts that ne’er will cease, for of all that motherhood is, selfishness is it not, but a heart that lifts the broken, that counts no pain for naught

And so if goodness endure, then motherhood must, too, for a world without good mothers would be a devil’s coup; don’t just hug and thank them, but learn from them as well, take up their loving banner, and let their anthem swell

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