Everlasting arms come in a different style.
One from God eternal, another from a mothers smile.
I have such a mother, a mentor and a friend.
IF I could choose from heaven, I would pick her again.
My life was full of wandering, adventure and its true,
It always was a pleasure to come home to you.
Her everlasting arms and the kindness in her voice,
Will always be remembered, my mother you know as Joyce.
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