A Mother’s love, is sure to find
A way to comfort, ease your mind
She knows just how, to build you up
When you’re so down, and can’t look up
You love the way, she makes you feel
Like you’re so special, her ideal
Her thought must start, with God above
To bring such caring, with such love
And as it flows, like gentle rain
It surely helps, when troubles pain
The love from mine, is oh so clear
I only wish, she was still here
Her warming glow, is missed each day
Even though, I seldom say
But she did leave, her gift behind
To help me through, when I may pine
And that’s the feel, known deep inside
Her faith and love, I still confide
by Roger J. Robicheau
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