~ Mother ~

My mother is worth more than rubies or gold,
Her love for me will never grow cold.
A love for me so beautiful, unselfish and pure,
Her precious name will always endure.

Looking back on my life, now I can see,
All the sacrifices you made for me.
Working hard each and everyday,
So that I could have a better way.

Always ready to listen, my hopes and dreams we share,
Finding new ways to show you care,
Although there are times I have faltered,
I am so proud to be called your daughter.

When you hold my hand, and hug me tight,
I know that everything will be alright.
Given to me from the Father above,
no other can compare to my MOTHER'S LOVE.


~ Patty Locklear ~

[ by: Patty F. Locklear, Copyright © 2008, ( gratiac@att.net ) -- submitted by: Patty Locklear ]