My brother Chuck was wounded badly during the Korean War. While he was still overseas, he sent my mom this little silk pillow that she enthroned on a sofa in the front of our house. It had stitched on it this: MOTHER-
M-is for the millions of things she gave me.
O-means only that she is growing old.
T-is for her tears she shed to save me.
H- is for her heart of purest gold
E-is for her eyes with love light shining.
R is for right and right she will always be.
Put them all together, they spell mother, a word that means the world to me.
Kind of corny but I've never forgotten the little silk pillow.
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