Dear mother of mine,
A mountain could not contain all thelove and thanks I hold for thee.
Your gracious as you are kind,
Your patience never cease to amaze thou
Humble self I am thanks to your guidance.
Your touch gentle as the wind
On a calm day.
Your smile
As wonderful as spring it's self.
I am proud to call you mother.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Dear mother of mine,
A mountain could not contain all thelove and thanks I hold for thee.
Your gracious as you are kind,
Your patience never cease to amaze thou
Humble self I am thanks to your guidance.
Your touch gentle as the wind
On a calm day.
Your smile
As wonderful as spring it's self.
I am proud to call you mother.