My
mother
has
had
quite
a
life,
She's
lived
with
woe,
she's
lived
with
strife;
She
has
her
faults,
I
cannot
lie,
But
she
has
always
given
life
a
try.
Some
cannot
understand
How
I
can
be
her
greatest
fan;
But
she
is
tough
as
I
want
to
be,
Even
when
life
doesn't
agree.
She
is
calm
when
the
going
is
hard,
I
pray
someday
that
will
be
my
card;
She
seems
to
find
her
life's
goal,
And
that
makes
life
totally
whole.
I
think
it
takes
time
to
grow,
To
gain
wisdom,
the
answers
to
know;
We
don't
always
agree
on
much,
But
I
still
love
her
and
her
touch.
I
tend
to
stress
when
calm
she
stays,
I
don't
always
understand
her
ways;
But
I
am
smart,
I
realize
That
my
mother
has
grown
very
wise.
I
fear
the
day
when
she
is
gone,
I
know
for
her
I
will
long;
So
let
her
know
while
she
is
here,
To
me,
she
will
always
be
a
dear.
My
mother
is
a
woman
great,
Too
bad
I
learned
that
so
late;
But
I
have
always
loved
her
true
Our
love
is
old
not
brand
new.
So,
children,
listen
here
to
me,
Someday
in
your
mother
you
will
see;
That
which
is
not
seen
now,
The
wisdom
and
greatness
she
gained
somehow.
~©Sandra
S.
Oidtman~
2008
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