" My Loving Mother "

The greatest mother ever is
the one I call my own
She rules from a wooden rocker
as if it were a throne
Heaven did not give her to us,
she's only here on loan

For years, she sanded the edges
In an attempt to make us smooth
She strives for us to win, but
loves Us even if we lose
She took us as God gave us
For she could not pick or choose.

We are sure that if in all things
Past, she'd had a voice
She would have had us all again
and this time by choice.
She loved us through the bad times
and loved us through the good

If she could relive those precious days,
I know she surely would.
She is by far the dearest person,
The Lord ever gave
And when she must return to Him
I know a special place He'll save.

by
Mary S. Hymel
Copyrighted © 1976-2004
All Rights Reserved
Written for my mother
Henrietta Harper Strickland
Mothers Day 1976