"Mother."

Mother its now the end of the year,
And I wont be home for Christmas, I fear.
I know how this must make you feel,
That I wont be there to share the meal.
This time I dont have presents to give,
To a woman who gave me a life to live.
It seems to me to be real unfair,
But know that my spirit will always be there.
It was you who always made a home for me,
There is no other place that I would rather be.
So my gift will be no other,
A poem to say how much
I love my mother.

I love you, Mom.

Steve

I love you too, Steve.
Mom

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