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Moving On

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Benjamin Hobbes

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I once wrote a tribute that was for my mother,
but this poems not for her, it is for some others.

These woman are all unique, but have a common trait:
each have special hearts, maternal in its make.

Each shared their heart with me, taught me lessons true,
whether with kind word or gentle touch, all have stuck like glue.

There came a time when my mother passed and I was stuck in grief,
when these women came along and showed me the power of belief.

Now that I've moved on and see these people no more,
I carry on the gift they gave: That God has much in store.
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