My mothers love is precious
more than the rarest stone
so strong that I can carry it
when I'm far from home,

holding it so tenderly
and close unto my breast,
my mothers love so comforts me
and puts my mind to rest,

as her words of love
come flowing in my mind
and I hear how I,
I should always be so kind,

if I could be as loving
as my mother was,
I'd know I did my job here 
and it'd be because,

my children would have
that most vital thing,
the great comfort that
a mothers love can bring.

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