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MURCHISON, Laura Most often when we think of Mom We think of what she's given. The softness of a loving touch, A gentle guide for living. A nighly tiptoe in our room, An understanding look. But sometimes when I think of Mom, I think of what she took. She took a child and taught it how, To live this life with pride. She took those kindergarden tears, And kept them all inside. She took the hands that longed to hold her child and not let it go, Use them to push her child along, Helped to thrive and grow. Took time to do some other things, Like sew, and clean and cook. And never thought to ask for thanks, For all the things she took. Thanks Mom. In loving memory of our Dad Roger Mutchison September 10, 1929 - Dec. 7 1981 Love Your Family Published in the Windsor Star on 5/17/2005.