My Mom

FOR YOU MY MOM

I woke up this morning thinking of my mother,
All through my life there’s been no other,
As precious, sweet and dear to me,
she will always be a big part of me.

Whether you call her Mom, Mother or some other name,
To a child, it always means the same,
She's comfort and love of the purest kind,
She's the greatest gift, a better one you can not find.

When I think back to when I was a child,
Maybe at times I could not smile,
But she was always there to see,
and she took good care of me.

She loved me with all her heart,
Her love from me will never depart.

I don't think she will ever fully understand
how she has touched my life and
made me just who I am.



Written by ELIZABETH MCCOY KIDD 2006