Once my mother blessed me
With good fortune and good life,
But her dream unfelt
With the advent of my wife.
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I am so sorry about your Mother's declining health! May you make her life blessed until she rests!
When I yelled at her To give me three dancing bread, She granted a broad smile At my belly roundly fed. Mother a lovely word which rules us all along. love your poem dear poet. tony