One kind of love

Her love was rarely said

Tender hearts are buried deep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.

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A quiet way that some misread,

A lonely path is always steep

Her love was rarely said.

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Homemade loaves of wholegrain bread

and chores of dreary household keep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.

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Many books at night she read,

her children tucked and fast asleep

Her love was rarely said.

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A winter widow, her brood had fled

She volunteered her time to weep

Strong love propelled each step she tread.

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This tired earth she no longer treads

but of her gifts I still do reap

Her love was rarely said—

strong love propelled each step she tread.

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