Gold is the colour of the help that I get,
The kindness and caring that makes this busy no stress.
The machines that take on some of my chores,
And let me have a life that has time for more.
Gold is the colour of the love of the mother,
Who educates all her children and teaches them resilience in stormy weather.
The comfort of less that is just enough,
To pay for convenience on days that are rough.
Gold is the caring that helps us adjust,
Helps us be flexible, like the coconut tree when the winds get too much.
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