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Garden of Mothers

There are mothers with houses so very neat,
They are constantly asking you wipe off your feet.

Then there are mothers whose house is a mess
Who play with their children they often confess.

Some are like poets and artists so rare,
Expressing the beauty they see everywhere.

Others are mothers with animals galore
Whose husbands complain they always find more.

Some moms like science and numbers and such,
Still others are campers or sowers of much.

Whatever mother, whoever you got
Remember she’s a person who loves you a lot.

She’s always researching and working things out,
How to be better – a mother with clout!

Past the hobbies, talents and skills,
Beyond the houses, the cars and the thrills,

Aside from the color, clothing and hair
Is a mother who constantly prays, hopes and cares.