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