Mother.

She carried me gently all through

The time when nothing I could do.

She held me in my time of fear;

I thank you, Lord, for mother dear.

She helped me learn how to walk,

She taught me carefully to talk,

She guided well as none other;

I thank you, Lord, for my mother.

She helped me all the way through school,

And helped me learn the ‘golden rule’.

She prayed for me when ’twas needed;

Thank you, Lord, that mother pleaded.

A lot of time with me she spent,

Most precious time that she lent;

She gave so much, as no other,

I thank you, Lord, for my mother.

Here I sit and often ponder,

My love for her still grows fonder,

We shared a lot with one another;

I thank you, Lord, for my mother.

© 2019 Steve McLeod

Featured image is my mom bringing me home from the hospital.

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