Ever since she went away,

Every day is "Mother's Day"

I failed to value her, I fear,

When I was young, and she was near.

Though loving her as most sons do.

My visits were both short and few.

No way did they express her worth,

She was the greatest Mum on earth.

Do you remember her my son?

She died when you were very young.

I only hope that you will be,

A much more thoughtful son than me.

Your visits are what mean the most.

Much more than cards sent through the post.

A visit when you come this way,

Will really make your "Mother's Day"

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