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A Mother’s Prize

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As I am living in my final days,

I don’t desire laurels or flowers or praise;

I’ve already been blessed with the prize that I sought

That with gold or silver or pearls can’t be bought;

The legacy I leave is my children now grown

Who are happy and strong and can stand on their own.

By Betty Killebrew

May 4, 2009

(In Memory of a friend)

Read more articles, stories and poems by Betty Killebrew at:  www.trovemagazine.com

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