My Model Mother


Some would say that a model
Has not held a baby's bottle
Or mothered several tykes,
Giving up her own likes.

A model usually lives to win
Fame for herself among men.
But my mother is a different kind
Of model, a jewel, a rare find.

In this age of comfort and ease
Most seek themselves to please,
Forgetting that parents have a role,
A model in the home their goal.

My mother is my model that with time
Only grows more beautiful; I find
Experience with gentleness,
Sacrifice in quietness.

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