ALWAYS FORTY

ALWAYS FORTY

 My Mom, to me she’ll always be forty.

A woman of true Black Country grit,

Of biggest heart and with sparkling wit.

With patience she put up with me,

As a child I could be naughty.

My Mom a saint or Queen could be,

To me she’ll always be forty.

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For still having my Mom and Dad about,

 Thank you Lord, for your love throughout.

The toils, tragedies that all families see,

The tapestry woven by Mom for the leaves of our tree.

The pain a Mother hides so peace can reign free.

My Mom will always be forty.

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The pleasure we’ve had over the years,

Mom always near to allay the fears.

Our Lord gave his life for us after pain and trial,

You gave us life Mom, with patience and ready smile.

Thank you Mom for being there for me,

A great Lady and Mother, who’ll always be forty.

Phil Hall March 2013