Many times my foe,
Even more times My friend...
How can I forget...
the sweetness of your smile...
She is the one with an open tender arms
who cures every ache in her embrace...
Making breakfast,lunch or dinner,
Slower or faster the sooner the better...
Sunday is fast approaching
and my heart will cry...
Your one of a kind
Paying no attention no mind...
Distance pushes apart
each one end...
In the storm blue eyes of my daughter
I saw the love of God shine on me...
You are my mom
working hard at what you do best...
I love my little baby feet,
Above all I think she's sweet...
You are so dear and I'll never forget,
Your precious and rare and never a threat...
Mother, you are so full of love and compassion
I wish I could understand the depth of it all...