She spreads her wealth, she constantly gives
With great modesty, is how Mother lives
A little house on a small piece of land
A little help from her timeless hand
A phone call away and she lends an ear
A bit of advice, what you needed to hear
She tells of her trials, before you were born
What she had to do, the hats that she’s worn
She sacrificed greatly and quite often she told
while she gathered her nuggets of glistening gold
With hope that’s renewed from her fortune today
My millionaire Mother still gives it away
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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