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My Mother to Me
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By Connie Hinnen Cook
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My Mother to Me
No, she wasn't lavish with words of high praise
Her views black and white with no room left for grays
Self-centered, too sensitive, moody times three
And my dearest friend, was
my Mother, to me.

She wasn't the life of the party, it's true
She'd sit on the sidelines and analyze you
A gifted perfectionist, definitely,
A mentor I prized, was
my Mother, to me.

Oh, she saw right through me, no need to pretend
A quick judge of character ~ true, loyal friend
A rock I could lean on, an anchor was she
A treasure most dear, was
my Mother, to me.

Now there's something missing that I can't replace
It's more than her laughter, her voice or her face
For she gave my heart dreams
of what I could be,
This lady I loved, was
my Mother, to me.

~Connie~

"Her children arise up,
and call her blessed..."
(Proverbs 30:28a, KJV)


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Submitted: Sunday, May 9, 2004

Last Updated: Tuesday, October 17, 2006

About the Poet
IN MEMORIAM I'm just a servant of the Lord that wants to magnify Him through poetry, and to cause others to focus on Him.


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