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	My Mom To my Mom, that changed my diapers and carried me on her hip, The only one that could stop a hurt with just a kiss from her lips. The one that worried about me daily was so afraid I was going to fall, And every time I did, guess who was the one so quickly I would call? Even as I got older she would worry about me still, She would call me up to talk so, she could ask me how I feel. I thank you dearest Mom  for caring about me so, I hope in some possible way my love to you does show. JRS © 9-27-00 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved