Treasure Island

Janice Herzog

(July 17,1964 / Flint, Michigan)

For My Mother


My dear sweet mother Kay,
Is so very special in every way
Her heart is really big and pure,
And never needs any cure
No matter what the time may be,
She has always been there for me
I was shown by her how to bake,
All the Christmas cookies that I make
She's also been a second mother,
To Kristen, my own daughter
Hardly ever selfish is she,
For the good thing she likes to see
I'm so very blessed to have her here,
Because she really is such a dear

Written and dedicated to my mother Kay, on Mother's Day 2009.

Submitted: Sunday, May 10, 2009

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