A word of power
A word of peace
A word meaning wisdom
A word meaning grace
A word that means nothing
When the tears begin to fall
When the big sister steps in
To make the final call
A word that knows so many words
All so right and seldom wrong
A word able to stop the pain
With one sweet song
A word meaning true love
And giving it your all
Forever reaching out her hand
To catch me before I fall
(Written for my mother Gail Supola in 1995 as a Mother's Day gift from me)
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Crystal Rae
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