A Mother

With all the grace her age permits, she walks with head held high, her stoic resolution still a marvel to our eyes. Her ready ear, her helping hand, her never ending care Dispensed with love and steady hand, in equal measured share. The love bestowed and freely poured with liberality, Humbles warms and comforts us, with peace through surety. A Mothers love cannot be weighed, nor paid with weight of gold, the silver hair is scant reward, for achievement of her goal. With every passing moment and every fleeting day, I visit happy memories that her presence passed my way, One vital gift, one priceless gem, of love she shared in life Her Joy of Motherhood still prime, from a Mother, Daughter, Wife. My Mom, my friend, my confidante, my anchor through the years I Thank my God that he chose me, to share life with you here.