A MOTHER
by Gary Revel
Borrow a cup of tea from your mother. She will give you honey and cream too. I surely tell you there is no other, Who will love you as much or nearly as true.
A mother once loved but left for the war. The battle was long and the General a bore. She almost lost all her love except none. So strong in the war, the battle she won.
She fell in the victory march on a mine. So many pieces there were like a dime. Yet she is remembered in all of her glory, And so you have heard, another, mother story.
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