This poem was written for me by my youngest son Shea, for Mothers Day
Dear mama,
Once I heard a song of sadness,
As it cleft the morning air... oops that ones taken.
Mothers day is an understatement
For who I'm writing this for,
A goddess if I were pagan,
But in truth, a gift from the LORD.
I don't sing southern hymns
Or preach to mass crowds,
But as God is my witness,
I will still make you proud.
It's you I still see,
That walked with me though Hell,
And I always knew that without you,
I would have failed
Your faith, your tears, your prayers
And your love,
Has kept me from the hands of death,
I am so proud to be your son
I stood with God before my own birth,
And I chose you out of every mother on earth,
I always know I made the right choice,
Every time I see you smile and
Every time I hear your voice,
You can never begin to have any idea,
How much you really mean to me,
Always have and always will,
I love you mama.
