My Mom Poem by Jan E Smith

Moms will come and they will go,
but none are quite like you.

Standing by us year to year,
No matter what we do.

You taught us how to live and love,
of right and what is wrong,

Of how to offer God our thanks,
in words as well as song.

When times were rough and pennies few,
for us, you did without.

Our bellies full and bodies warm,
your love we could not doubt.

In case I have not made it clear,
Here's what I'm trying to say.

I'm proud to have you as my mom,
Not just on Mother's Day.