I wish that we could somehow slow
The seasons as they come and go,
I laugh and then I sadly sigh
When thinking of those times gone by. A loving mother through those years,
You cared for me and calmed my fears.
I treasure when you held my hand
Or taught me how to take a stand.
You never had great wealth or fame,
But better still was your good name.
Examples that you firmly set
Are lessons that I won't forget.
Your life's a lovely, choice bouquet,
And you're God's love put on display.
Such love as this will never end,
For you're my mother and my friend.
© Larry Howland
