Mother, the Sweetest Word

Mother is the sweetest word
Of all other words to me.
None of the words I’ve ever heard,
Can bring back such sweet memories.
If all the books were opened up, All would then surely see:
There is no other, more precious than Mother,
The sweetest word to me.

I recall how she’d scrub my face,
When time came to go to church;
How she’d insist it’s no disgrace,
To cry, when it really does hurt.
Of all my childhood memories,
It’s easy to agree:
There is no other,
More precious than Mother,
The sweetest word to me.

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