Always love your mother
for there’s only one
Never be another
That’ll love her daughters and sons.
Whether on earth
Or Heaven up above
Think of what they’re worth
Receiving all of their love.
Momma is what you call a teacher
Who wants what’s best for family
She is also a preacher
Knowing her wisdom for everybody.
She has a special heart
That every time you cried
There from the start
Wiped your tears dried.
Mother hugs you tight
Remember this always
Think of her day and night
Even until our dying days.
BY Scotty Bruner