by Helen Steiner Rice
The dearest gifts that heaven holds,
the very finest too,
Were made into one pattern
that was perfect, sweet and true.
The angels smiled, well pleased and said,
"Compared to all the others,
This pattern is so wonderful
let's use it just for mothers!"
And through the years a mother
has been all that's sweet and good,
For there's a bit of God and love
in all true motherhood.
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