This is a poem that I wrote for my Mother one year on Mother's Day.

Here's a petal, just from me, when I once scraped my knee.
Here's a petal, just from me, when you rocked so gently.
Here's a petal, just from me, when you sang endlessly.
Here's a petal, just from me, when all odds were against me.
Here's a petal, just from me, when I rebelled against you.
Here's a petal, just from me, when you sat waiting expectantly.
Here's a petal, just from me, when you prayed forgivingly.
Here's a petal, just from me, when you gave unselfishly.
Here's a petal, just from me, to weave in the untold parts.
Mom here's a petal, just from me, sown by the thread of your heart.
God guides each petal, as he creates the Masterpiece. 

Copyrighted 2005 S.L. Hartsell