Claude H. Roberts ,Mother</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=18.htm>Claude H. Roberts </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Mother</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>My mother is the best, as you will see,<br>She raised a whole bunch,<br>Not just two or three.<br>First there was Judy, then came me,<br>Then came Charles, that makes three.<br>Then Steve, then Betsy, that's three after me.<br>Mother would work all day, <br>Mother would work all night,<br>Mother would say, Is there an end in sight?<br>But if anyone hurt their knee,<br>Or wondered what came after the number three,<br>She was always there first to look after we.<br>Well, we are all grown up now and as proud as can be,<br>To have a great mother,<br>She is the best there could be.<br>Claude H. Roberts,<br>Juneau Alaska<br>April 25, 1996<br>for my Mother</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>