I am the founder of that lot
A kind and loving heart I've got,
I hope they all agree.
My faults, I'm sure! are hard to find
Although I give them of my mind
But anyway, that's me.
Too late to change me, if they could
I often wonder if I could
In their young days
Have been a better Mother?
Was I indeed too strict with them?
Would they have liked another?
I only know I'm proud of them,
Hard work though they have been.
This tribute to them I do pen
And hope they will remember me
With love and smiles,
That's how I hope I'm seen.
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