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A Poem for My Mother

Updated on May 8, 2011
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Nary a Dream

 

I was nary a dream

and she was never the best,

but she hardly took ease

lest she fail at the test

 

to change all my diapers ‘til I must’ve been four,

to teach me to fall and help me to soar,

to have me step false and save sight of my goal,

to instill in me love and nourish my soul,

to mind I find marriage and embrace all it brings,

to watch me raise children and teach them to sing.

 

I was nary a dream,

ne’r the less she was best,

and that’s where I’ll leave

my memory at rest.

 

© 2011 Jay Decker

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      downpourofwords 6 years ago from Dallas, Texas, USA

      Loved reading this. very emotional and touching. keep writing. Even I have a poem dedicated to Mom. Do hop in to read mine. Thanks. keep writing

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      JayDeck 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Thanks downpour! I appreciate the compliment. I will.

      -J

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