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Love can be defined
In so many different ways
And travel through the years
To the most imperative of days
And on said day; a mother's gift
Is measured from within
The kind of love that creates a smile
Or can travel to a grin
Some say a mother is necessary
In raising up little ones
With ten little fingers and ten little toes
Adoration weighed in tons
She's done her job
And earned a reward
Recognized for all
And not ignored
For now her children
See the cost
Without her
They would have been lost
Now they think
They're on they're own
Yet she still knows
They're not full grown
They still need her
The child may not yet know
But if you look inside; you'll see
They will never, ever let her go
In so many different ways
And travel through the years
To the most imperative of days
And on said day; a mother's gift
Is measured from within
The kind of love that creates a smile
Or can travel to a grin
Some say a mother is necessary
In raising up little ones
With ten little fingers and ten little toes
Adoration weighed in tons
She's done her job
And earned a reward
Recognized for all
And not ignored
For now her children
See the cost
Without her
They would have been lost
Now they think
They're on they're own
Yet she still knows
They're not full grown
They still need her
The child may not yet know
But if you look inside; you'll see
They will never, ever let her go