Precious Package Poem by Laura Ellen Eaves Ballard

I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of a box.
specially prepared for me by a crazy red-haired fox.
I'm told its full of treasures, gathered here and there
individually chosen with lots of love and care.
Along with every treasure, there may be a little note
special messages, just for me... I wonder what she wrote? .
The box is on its way to me, and I can hardly wait.
I don't know what'll be inside, but I know it will be great.
It doesn't matter what I get, one way or another.
each will be a cherished gift, sent to me by my mother.

My Mother is a redheaded fox, both beautiful and sly.
for years she's answered questions; who, what, where and why
She raised her seven children, and whatever they went after...
she made sure they filled their lives with happiness and laughter.
She taught them all life's lessons, like knowing wrong from right,
like when to work and when to play, and how to sleep at night.
Her life has been exciting, with happy times and sad.
she taught her children to survive, through both the good and bad.
Now she watches as her children learn their lessons on their own
she's proud of every one of them and of the way they've grown.

And today, she packed a package, and she mailed it in the post
that in itself a precious gift... the one I treasure most.
When I receive this special box, I' ll open it with great care,
for no matter what I find inside, my mother will be there.
Her love will be inside that box, that's what it’s all about.
And of my mothers love, I have never had to doubt.
There may be many many miles that keep us far apart.
but when I need my mother... she's right here in my heart.