Momma
By John A. Wilson
For forty years now
The grass has grown
Over the man that she still loves
Her body’s now frail
Her hair snowy white
But a twinkle still shines in her eyes
Her life has been hard
Her journey so long
To see all of her children grown
With her love she raised
The six of us
Three girls, three boys and a dream
For we are her gift
To all of the world
In hope that we will succeed
To leave the world
A better place
Than it was before we came
We six are the gift
She gave to the world
And the world was her gift to us
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