Matt's Poem for Mom's Birthday
I wake without sound, every day of every week.
My Mother comes to greet me, soft kisses on my cheek.
With her comes the world of sound, a pleasure to my ear--
I know it’s due to her hard work, that I even hear.
I don’t know how to thank her now, but will later in life
As I find my own way, home, children and wife.
After 20 years of her hard work I hope she’ll stand and say,
"I’m glad I worked to make my sons the men they are today."
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