A poem I wrote for my mother.  It was April 11, 1990 and I was twenty one years old the day I wrote this.

 

Thoughts for a woman.  A beautiful woman.

One that was not loved enough.  One that loved too much.

She gave to much, and they took to much.  Nothing saved for herself.

Gather all you can and give it all back.

Give back more, give her herself.

 

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