As boys do play out in the rain
And never mind the wet
Their mother's worry of the chance
The colds that they might get
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The love of the mother can be understood, once the girls become the mothers and neglected by their own children, then they realize how great their mothers were! ! ! We always think that we could have done this to our parents, relatives and friends, but we always forget to do something now to regret later. Great poem. I like it..
Lovely thoughts in this one and a great credit to your own mother. Have you read mine - Mother's Chair -? You do boost my ego. Adeline