To: Mom

She has the first eyes we look into

tiny hands grabbing to hold her hair

Her voice means comfort

She is always there when morning comes

and when night falls...her lullaby bids slumber

Her voice comforts and scolds

she taught how to laugh

the sensitive side of her loves

while the stoic side of her protects



they say the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

a queen in an apron...hair a mess

pots and pans...dishpan hands

her cookies are the best!

Mom, I love you...I miss you everyday

cause it was you, Mom, who taught me

a lot of life's lessons

and it was you who told me to always pray

If you are looking down from heaven

and somehow I know you are

Just wanted you to know..I'm thinking of you today

and sending my love to you afar