Like a gently blowing breeze
Is the whisper of a mother’s love;
Blowing through her child’s life
With the grace of a snow white dove.
Like the afternoon sun
Of a warm spring day,
A loving mother warms the hearts
Of her children while they play.
The touch of a mother’s hand is softer
Than the pedal of a morning rose,
Soothing the heart and calming the fears
Of her little one as he grows.
As the firmly standing oak tree,
My mother’s faith in God stands strong.
Ever trusting in His care for us –
Praying for our needs though the night grow long.
I could never have requested a mother
Who stood more faithfully on God’s sweet grace,
And I will thank God for you forever
Because no one can take your place.
~ Phyllis D. Jolliff ~
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