MY TREASURED MUM

She had her life to live before I came
When I came it was never the same
Her life was no longer hers at will
I was hers and so was the bill

There were days of endurance
Many moments of tolerance
In nine months her body changed
In few years she had aged

The pain she bravely bore
And the birth that made her sore
To her were grace and blessings
And nothing but godly mercies

When I count the cost
And all she might have lost
I know the total sum
Is nothing compared to being my mum.

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