This is a poem written back in the late 90s for my Mom as a gift on Mother’s Day. \u00a0I can think of no greater calling that that of being a Mother. \u00a0Mom, I love you more than I can ever express and I know that you love me, too. \u00a0In spite of my warts, you are my strongest supporter and I cannot overstate the impact you have had on the man I became.<\/p>\n
My Mother…<\/p>\n
When I was born, and from my Mother’s womb withdrawn,
\nI did not know it then, but by her strength, I’d soon grow strong.
\nNot long after, while I was still behind the ears a little wet…
\nShe’d feed, clean and doctor, on that you can bet.
\nHer love for me, I will never fathom, nor really understand,
\nBut because of that love, I grew strong and became a man.
\nWhatever I could do or say, her love was never to wain,
\nThough I know there were times, I was the cause of great pain.
\nThrough it all she, like a rock, belived in who I was and could be.
\nI’ve not said it ofen enough, but I know she knew best, you see.
\nI am here today as a testimony of her belief and her undying love.
\nI was to her, and she to me, a gift from Almighty God above.
\nIt is my hope and prayer that she will know, without fear of rejection,
\nI thank God daily that He gave me to her at my conception.
\nI know without doubt, that of her I can say:
\n“She loves me. I love her. God Bless her on this, her very special day.”
\nSO, I think you Mom, for all that you’ve done.
\nThis poem is for you, from your grateful, loving son.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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