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.

Mother’s love is like a bouquet of 
Wild flowers in a little child’s hand
Mother’s love is tenderness and 
Compassion that is always there.

Mother’s love is a quiet and gentle nature 
Towards all that she loves
Mother’s love is a forgiving nature 
When no forgiveness is sought.

Mother’s love is that extra 
Piece of cake with lots of frosting
Mother makes a house a comfortable 
Place to live that’s 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
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