Mother's Are Special

A mother holding her baby in her arms
Is nearest to angels I'll probably ever see
Her love casts a glow around them
Like an angel's glow I believe would be.

Watching her baby smile, she smiles too
When her baby is sick she feels the pain
Her love for her child cannot be compared
With a father's love, it is not the same.

Mother's set the pattern of our early lives
They teach us the difference between right and wrong
I believe God blessed them with a special gift
To live in our hearts our lives long.

Mother's are special....

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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