What Mom Took

Most often when we think of Mom
We think of what she’s given
The softness of a loving touch
A gentle guide for living

A nightly tiptoe in a room
An understanding look
But sometimes, when I think of Mom
I think of what she took

She took this child and taught me how
To live my life with pride
She took all my childhood tears
And kept them all inside

She took her hands, that longed to hold
Her child and not let go
Used them to push her child along
The way to thrive and grow

Took time to do some other things
Like sew and clean and cook
And never stopped to ask for thanks
For all the things she took

Thanks Mom
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