By Crystal Cartier
Your's are the arms that cradled me & rocked me when I cried
Those same arms are connected to the hands that
bathed me, spanked me, & baked fried apple pies
From your lips have been uttered words that shaped my life
Sharing your Wisdom, Honor, Courage...
& sometimes bitter pearls of advice.
I Love You Mother Dearest
You mean everything to me
It's your face I see in the mirror
Whenever I see me
It's your voice I still hear when I'm troubled
Telling me to call on Jesus whenever I'm afraid
I thank God for making you my Mother
Everyday should be Mother's Day!
© All Rights Reserved
Love Story Publishing
Editor's note: Ms. Cartier has given me permission to reprint any of her poetry.
PREVIOUS ARTICLE NEXT ARTICLE
The Journal of History - Winter 2003 Copyright © 2003 by News Source, Inc.