She always stood by me when no one else would
Teaching me to see through spiritual eyes
Understanding it was hard to do what I should
To protect me from danger and sure demise
Never encouraging my human desires,
Yet, her love was mostly unconditional.
That kind of affection surely inspires
Rebels like me to be more traditional.
She could at times be so very dogmatic
That may have made her sweet heart seem a bit cold
Knowing righteous paths are far from automatic
Is wisdom passed on by the wise, and the old.
Never to proud to have a humble contrite heart.
Seems our joys and sorrows are rarely apart.
