MY MOTHER

My mother is the sweetest mom alive.
Without her what would I do.
In troubled ebb and flow of the tide,
she is the lighthouse I've looked to.

Her warmth and love sustain me,
to face what life hands out.
Her smile is bright and cheery,
whenever she's about.

Her words she always uses,
to encourage and lift me up.
Her power she never abuses,
with love she fills my cup.

All her children love her,
of this there is no sway.
Along with countless others,
she took in along the way.

She gently guides us all, you see.
Her loving knows no bounds.
All who know her would agree,
there's no better to be found.

So this page I dedicate to her,
with all her charm and grace.
This small token, I do offer,
to put a smile upon her face.

Thanks mom,
Written with love ,
By your daughter,
Gail

copyright ©2001 Gail D.

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