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Climbing up a tree
She skins her knee.
Who comes to the rescue?
Her mother, you see.

Dirty clothes on the floor.
A friend knocks at the door
Who cleans up while she is gone?
It’s her mother for sure.

Books on the table
Her lessons she’s not able
So who will her tutor be?
It’s her mother who’s capable.

College she is through
And she is married too.
Who is still there for her
Her mother tried and true.

© Copyright 2002.04.04 By Jean E. Gorney