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Most often when we think of mom
We think of what she's given,
the softness of her loving touch,
a gentle guide for living.
A nightly tiptoe in a room
An understanding look.
But sometimes when I think of mom
I think of what she took.

She took a child
And taught it how to live
this life with pride.
She took the kindergarten tears
And kept them all inside.
She took the hands that longed
to hold her child and let go.
Used them to push her child
along the way
to thrive and grow.

She took sometimes to
do some other things.
Like sew and clean and cook.
And never thought to ask for
thanks
For All the Things She Took....