YOUR MOTHER

 MOTHER

ºYour groaning pain has been our gain

ºYour suckling wean we never attain

ºYour binding rein has won our reign

ºJust for you, we are children again

ºYour blessed breasts have fed our chest

ºYour very best we all digest

ºYour suckling nest has been our rest

ºYour tests surpass our life’s contest

ºYou are so easy to approach

ºYou have been our lives’ best coach

ºYou have lit our lives a torch

ºYou are far above reproach

© Copyright 2004 By Gilbert James