There were always patches on our clothes
hiding lots of minor rips and holes
we never knew our clothes weren’t new
we thought we were the privileged few
How could we ever have known
in your world, we did not belong
we felt we were the fortunate ones
mom kept on mending though never done
mother gave us everything we needed
needs not wants that other feed on
Our mother Knew we would be okay
she, herself, was raised that way
a mother uses what she has to give
It shows her children how to live
she gave all she had and added some heart
no other family would I want to have been a part
Thank you, mama, for all you gave
Showing us how a mother made
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