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My mother is like a sweet country home Next to a wood of experience to roam Two windows to let the love shine through A door, that speaks of laughter too A kitchen to help us in every need Equip us in life for every deed A bedroom, that speaks of silent prayer All peaceful and quiet with God in there A living room, that’s the important part That’s my dear mother’s precious heart! |