The Giver
There are many words from which to choose
To describe a perfect mother
Say beautiful and kind and sweet and good
One after the other
The words that mean the most to me
Narrate an endless river
Of love and hope and sacrifice
I call my mom, The Giver
Through memories long I can recount
The examples of compassion
The first to help someone in need
Her time she did not ration
I may never truly know
The reason I’ve been blessed
But grateful that I have her
And my love for her expressed
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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