God's Gift



My Mother is a special gift,

A special gift that God gave to me.

I'd be lost and lonely without her,

If God took her away you see.

I love her so very much,

That I couldn't bear to live without her healing touch.

Thank-you God for giving me such a loving Mother,

For I wouldn't want to be a part of no other.

By: Melanie Reid**

A Mothers Love



To some love is just a word

To me it's a feeling

A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes

A feeling I get when I realize your my mom

A mom who loves, shares, A mom who inspires

Unconditionally

What's that?

That's love

A mothers love, but only you would know

And me

You returned that love time and time again

Possibly to much, nevertheless you did

Thank-you

Thank-you for being there when I needed you most

For being my rock when I should have been yours

Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself

For being the one person I could trust

No matter what, no matter where

But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom

A mom I am so proud to claim

I love you

Now and forever.

No Love like a Mother's Love



There is no love, like a mother's love,

no stronger bond on earth...

like the precious bond that comes from God,

to a mother, when she gives birth.



A mother's love is forever strong,

never changing for all time...

and when her children need her most,

a mother's love will shine.



God bless these special mothers,

God bless them every one...

for all the tears and heartache,

and for the special work they've done.



When her days on earth are over,

a mother's love lives on...

through many generations,

with God's blessings on each one.



Be thankful for our mothers,

for they love with a higher love...

from the power God has given,

and the strength from up above.

by Jill Lemming**

Before the child is born



A mother's love begins

Before the child is born

And lasts through time

And difficulties

And differences

And many wounds

And days of joy

And days of sorrow

Winding, wearing

Weeping, sharing

Changing

Until, at the end

What remains

Is that solid core

That began as love

Before the child was born.

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