As we all gathered at the dinner table
Mom would take her place at the head
Looking seriously she spoke
I stand before you
To sit behind you
To tell you about something
I know nothing about
Even the beginning came grins from us all
It then turned to smiles
Then giggles
Then laughter as she ended
A mother's love is so precious
She's gone now
But every time I repeat those words
I remember and miss her love
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