To Mom

The countless loves she loved me with
from tiny babe to now old man.
Times when I hurt her heart, her precious love
she still loved on.
Gifts upon gifts into my life she gave.
Of her heart, her time, her life.
How do I hold all she has held me with?
God, who is love can only give a gift that dear,
only you can fill oceans of love debts owed.
Give it Lord to her all my love and your's too
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