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This is my fervent prayer,
O, if the will be thine; God grant that I may come to be, A mother just like mine. My Greatest Joy In the slide rule of life, I became a wife; At a time I could not measure. By inches and feet I became complete; Solved problems that led to much pleasure. I multiplied by four, no less, no more; To find my greatest joy, With three adorable baby girls And one precious baby boy. I then divided my heart and gave, To each an equal share. This was so they would always know, A mother’s love is fair. To this love I added the wisdom That raised them through the years; Subtracted the hurt and trouble, The sorrow and the tears. To sum it all up, I have filled my cup Full of joy that is like no other; For to reach the square root All of my fruit, have made me A happy Grandmother. Mathematically and grammatically I use this little ploy, to say That having life and giving life Has been my greatest joy.
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