A Poem Worth Repeating

When I was young you were there every day.

You were given no reward, no honor, no pay.

You were just the person who took care of me, nothing more.

You never complained, it was never a chore.

You knew what to say when I was sad.

You even knew what to do when I was bad.

You were a mom, these things you just did.

What did I know, I was only a kid.

As I look back now, I realize your goal,

You were simply molding my soul.

The things I now say and the things I now do

Are direct reflections of you.

So, I live my life in honor of you,

And I hope I make you proud…that’s all I want to do.

I’ll still make mistakes and you’ll be there to mend,

But the great part now is that you are my friend.

Copyright 2000

I wrote this for my mom on Mother’s Day 2000. 

So, if you are a daughter, or have a daughter, hug them tight. We are a special group. My daughter is one of the loves of my life. She has a special story and I am so blessed that God chose her for me.