My grandmother wrote this for her mom before she passed and I love it. It gets down to how most of us feel about our moms. Through no matter what she is always there.
Mother
Mom is what I call her most,
She is the best, I really must boast.
Others are nice but they cant compare,
Her love is there ready to share.
Tender but tough, hardworking too,
The children leave but her work isnt through.
Happy in just knowing her children are well,
Proud of her family, he world she will tell.
Ever ready to lend a helping hand,
There is none better in entire land.
Rich with love, wealth beyond maeasure,
Family to her is the worlds greatest treasure.
Large or small, young or old,
Hair of white or brown or gold;
Professional or domestic, whatever her style,
On loan from God for a little while;
Sent here for us to cherish and love her,
Thank you God, Thank you for MOTHER.
Mary Anne Dougherty
30th April, 2000
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