A Good Mother
Was I a good mother ?
I asked of my three.
Because that was what my mother asked of me.
I told her yes, she was always gentle and kind,
And that was the memory she would leave behind.
She had lost her mother,
Was raised by another,
A woman who was mean and didn`t love her.
So you see, was I a good mother
Being brought up by a mother,
Who had lost her mother;
And was raised by another,
Who didn`t love her.
Well, we where put to the test
We both did our best.
And I know
I had a good mother.
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