Author Unknown
If I were asked to give a thought
which is one word would speak
A unity of brotherhood,
a sympathy complete,
A hundred happy cheery ways,
a mind that knows its own,
Contented 'midst a throng of folk,
yet peaceful when alone,
A heart htat sheds its silent glow
to brighten many another,
Without a moment of delay, I'd say,
"You mean my mother."
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