Mom
The year was nineteen fifty
The century half gone
The first time that I met her
The lady I call Mom
My sister just turned two years old
About six months before
And they said the way she loved us two
There would probably be more
Well they were right
Two brothers first
Two sisters joined us too
Mom said that six was quite enough
Won't be no more, I'm through
But life's not always easy
She raised us all alone
I never once heard her complain
She gave us all a home
Now the Autumn of her life has come
And for us she's still there
To help us trough the hard times
And to show us she still cares
When her time on Earth is over
And her days with us are gone
Lord, give my share of heaven
To the lady I call Mom
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