The Toughest Row To Hoe |
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Many a person goes astray, Along the path of life, And one of the toughest rows to hoe �Is that of being a wife. Then soon with marriage comes a child, A life-time job is there, For the woman who becomes a mother, And holds a baby so fair. A parent�s job isn�t easy�� There�s always work to do, So from the beginning of time, It�s been meant to be shared by two. Both Mom and Dad, holding a hand, Helping to lead the way, Teaching the good�. Pointing out the bad, Together in work or play. Unfair it is, but there are times This job is left to one, While tears are still damp she�ll raise her head, And fight til the battle is won, For a mother gives birth more than once, Through lifes winding road, With a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the head, She helps carry the load. Although only one, she teaches well, And her child grows strong, With a lesson in patience or kindness, Steadily they move along, Til one day they reach the gate, Where the child goes on his own. Since I passed that gate, my love has swelled ��. For Mother, who raised me alone. |
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