My Mom

My M O M By Elaine Roy I was touched by a hand that formed my heart In the eyes of an angel, where love filled my heart Where ugly and bad was what I was told, my Mom took her heart to show me, that I was beautiful and touch my soul Time had no meaning, when it came to healing my wounds; my Mom patiently stitched and patched every whole in my heart I watch in amazement of how my mom touched, everyone's heart she knew It was their love and understanding rejoiced, because my mom filled another heart with love! I learned what prayers were and found that they really work It was the greatest day of my life, when, I got to call you My MOM! Thank you, Mom for forming my hearts, so we could say these words! I love you! Thanks for being my awesome Mom!