I was so sure you would be the weak one
Even at birth you were so very small
Not long after a year you became sick
I feared it was time for Jesus to call
I felt helpless watching you while you slept
My prayers at night only asked to spare you
How could I survive without my baby
My heart would only last a day or two
After time you showed me how strong you were
You were too rotten and ornery to lose
Inside you is more courage than I have
All things in this life are yours if you choose
If only I knew just how to tell you
My heart belongs to you and your brother
And my entire life has been worthwhile
Thank you Lord for making me a mother
KIMBERLY FINE
the greatest love of all...and..MOTHER..the most beautiful word
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feared it was time for Jesus to call oh what a kind of plight mother when prays for her cloned blood for the wellbering, heart riffles faster for the healing up of her moon of love when wounded by the harm, wonderful tribute to a son by mother, the greatest love ever found of morher to her children.....yet most passionate write by imaery and metaphors,10+++, thanks for sharing