M is for the moan, and the miserable groan ...

from the pain that she felt when I was born

O is for the oven with it's burnin' heat
where she stood makin' sure I had something to eat

T is for the time that she stayed up at night
and took my temperature when I wasn't feelin' right

H is for the hard earned money she spent
to keep clothes on my back and try to pay da' rent

E is every wrinkle I put on her face
and every worry that I caused when I stayed out late

The last letter R is that she taught me Respect
and for the room up in heaven that I know she'll get

Some Mother's Day poetry, compliments of the Malcontent's favorite self-help guru-to-be, Mr. T. Like I was going to resist this one.

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