No one ever takes care of us like our mother!

A natural beauty
But unaware
Of all that she offered
To those who cared
About this woman
Of quiet grace

She held me close
When I was small
Kissed skinned knees
And made all
The tears go away
On those days

She was drew me pictures
To color and paint
She was my mother
My very own saint

She would wash
And curl my hair
Make up stories
I loved to
Hear her tell

One night, when
I was hit by a car
She knelt by my
On the street
And when I asked her
If I could go to sleep
She begged me stay awake
She stroked my face
And made me calm
My mother could do it all

Oh how I long for
Those days of old
When mother could
Make could take
Away the wrongs
With just a touch of her hand
Kiss the boo boos
And make me smile

Now I am the mother
With children of my own
I only pray that I
Can be half
The mother she was