With human cries you made your small debut -
     Loud in voice, yet tiny in physique -
     And as you lay there, fragile and unique
Your mother loved you tenderly and true.

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Her loving heart had room enough for you -
     A mother kind in temperament and meek -
     Who planted kisses on your baby cheek,
And gave her all, as other mothers do.

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     But now three things she asks you in return:
     Bestow on HER the love she first gave you.
     Confer on her that time she freely gave. 

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     Entrust your love with patience and concern,
     For lives together are quite short, it's true,
     And all too soon are parted at the grave.

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*This poem was published in 2010 - 'Josie's Poems:  Reflections'.