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RHYMES AND REASONS With Praise for the Queen Mom Heralding one mother's regal worth. by Greg Asimakoupoulos May 11, 2007 She gave me birth, a sense of worth and the name by which I'm known. My mother tucked me in at night so I was not alone. She helped me walk, taught me to talk and she dabbed my tearstained face. My mother's love that would not quit prepared me for God's grace. She let me go so I could grow into all that I've become. And on my own I realized who I'd descended from. My father's wife who gave me life is far more than I first thought. She's worth far more than all I own, too priceless to be bought. Without much rest, she did her best. At long last I came to see that it was not a piece of cake to raise a child like me. So on this day when children say just how much their mothers mean, "Hear ye, hear ye, my mom's the best. Her Majesty's my Queen." This article was printed from www.partialobserver.com. Copyright © 2010 partialobserver.com. All rights reserved.