How can I liken her to any other living woman?
For she, who nursed, trains me, cares for me, and loves me
Is sweeter than all others to me
How could she not be?
She is my friend, my teacher, my advisor, my example
She loves Christ, His Church, His Word
She follows Him, trusting the Spirit to guide
She is never afraid, ashamed, or tries to hide
Life's not easy for her, nor is it bad
She reminds us of all the fun to be had
The beaches to walk, the folks there to talk
and the glories of nature, like God's majestic hawk
Oh that I never forget the lessons she's taught
To be honest and true
To give of ones self completely
To think through every single thing
And to hold it all loosely in the light of the Cross
To follow the promptings of the Spirit
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Her smile brings me joy, her sense of humor infects my reserved side
Thankful that she loves daddy, sticking it out, persevering
Making it work. Those two. the both of them,
Are a testimony
Alas, this IS a Mother's Day post, so I won't digress
I love her. I don't know where I'd be without her.
My Mommy. My Teacher (too bad that's already been used:))
Her counsel to me and to others keeps many a boat afloat, prevents us from drowning in our own salty tear-filled seas.
Her natural smile, her pain-tolerating acts of love
Frankly. Honestly. I love her soooo much
Frankly. Honestly. I love her soooo much
Can she tell? I hope so.
I know she loves poetry
I know she loves poetry
And I'm stretching myself to write a poem just for her.
Happy Mother's Day
Darling and Dear Mama!











