A poem by Rae Ann Crabtree
I
knew growing up, you were
a good mom,
I never felt
unloved or despaired.
No matter what
I did or said,
You always
loved me, you always
cared.
Now
my children are almost grown,
And I know how
to love on demand.
But your
patience, compassion
and sacrifice,
Is something
only a mom can
understand.
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Please
visit my mom,
Ginger Edwards', sculpture &
writer's web sites.
Rae
Ann's Rhymes site design
by Randa Lee.
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Poetry by Rae Ann Crabtree
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2000 - 2009
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