To my wife on Mother's Day
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For her is there a gift of worth Who torture faced in giving birth, And raised our girls and clothed and fed, Instructed and corrected, led? Though they at times respond with strife, She labors still to give them life— Their suffering her keenest pain; Their happiness her greatest gain. What can I give? What's worth her price And equal to her sacrifice? (I know!) A Ronco product for the home. This AM/FM garden gnome! (Plays 8-tracks, too!) |