A Mother and her child are
Forever linked and are as one
Mothers cry a tear when her child,
Scrapes a knee or is stung by a bee.
Motherís love is like a bouquet of
Wild flowers in a little childís hand
Motherís love is tenderness and
Compassion that is always there.
Motherís love is a quiet and gentle nature
Towards all that she loves
Motherís love is a forgiving nature
When no forgiveness is sought.
Motherís love is that extra
Piece of cake with lots of frosting
Mother makes a house a comfortable
Place to live thatís called home.
Mothers are always there when
Troubles we have and with her we can share
To show how much we love our
Mothers is to help in her time of need.
May our GOD bless our Mothers when
Getting old and a little weak
Showing love toward our Mother is not
To criticize but give a helping hand.
Our Mothers are the greatest of all treasures,
A jewel of fine workmanship by our GOD.
©Dale L Neill
October 14, 2004
ARTIST: Michael C. Dooley
ALBUM: "HeavenSongs" © Aurora Production Ltd.
Used With Permission