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My
Ideal
Mother
She
raised
nine
kids
when
times
were
tough;
She
showed
us
all
just
how
to
cope
With
rocky
roads
and
pathways
rough,
And
told
us
life
is
filled
with
hope.
She
led
us
with
a
gentle
hand,
But
spanked
us
for
our
naughty
ways;
When
falling
down
she
helped
us
stand
And
coaxed
us
onward
with
her
praise.
She
never
whimpered
or
complained,
Although
sometimes
her
heart
was
weary.
She
chuckled
even
when
it
rained,
And
taught
us
love
is
never
dreary.
She
never
made
the
Hall
of
Fame,
Although
her
worthy
deeds
were
many.
Marquees
did
never
blink
her
name,
Although
her
noble
acts
were
plenty.
In
all
this
world,
the
next
one
too,
I
know
there'll
never
be
another
To
take
her
place
because,
you
see,
She
really
was
the
ideal
Mother.
~Copyright
©
1994
Ruth
Gillis~
First
published
in
Poetic
Eloquence
Fall
1994
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