It seems the angels were singing a song,
And their melody pleased God’s ears;
Singing of to whom such love belong,
They could subdue all pain and fears.
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My own dear mother was second to none... A commonly shared thought, so true, so universal! ! ! ... it reminds me a line from a poem: mother is a garden that sees Spring as the only ruling season! ... though it's a complete poem with alternate-rhyme, but you could have composed it as a sonnet only by a little effort...
A lovely tribute to one who is right deserving. Finely set. 10