Mother, May I be Grateful?
How grateful am I to see the gleam
To relish the love and possibilities
And just when it seems too much to take
I'm overcome with for which I dream
To live in a world where my children can dance
speak, dream, laugh and prance
To sing the last song within the dance
A warm embrace, a mark, a chance
I'm thankful for the role of mom
For laying the foundation from dusk 'til dawn
I'm honored and challenged and resentful at times
For future generations, I hear the battle cry.
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