the extra bubbly in your heart,
at least a billion times you would mention-
that I was Dad and Your work of art....
Though many days have passed...
And the years have flown by.
My Precious Mom, I still love you.
I can't begin to count the reasons why...
So kind and gentle, a sweet spirit inside
You raised me well...you prayed and cried..
I never had to wonder if your love was true...
Hugs and kisses were often, I always knew..
God protected my life,
through Yours and Dad's Prayers......
And the day Dad went to Heaven,
I knew it was time for me to do my share....
So I moved back home, to help you cope....
You had spent your whole life-
doing good and giving hope......
Now we found
that Our friends and family walked away.....
It was Me and You and Jesus,
living by answered prayers each day....
Now...Mom I am caring for you,
and I know I will never compare....
To the way you raised me
and how a Mother loves and cares
And even if you cant hear well,
and can't jump up and down just for fun.
I love you more than ever
and I am honored to be Your Son.....
So..Never think You are Useless
or feel like all your friends are gone.
We've got each other and we will keep on praying,
and living by faith,
Until the Lord comes to take Us Home.....
[This webpage was written and created by Kenny Mitchell for My Precious Mom, Wanda--®2003 by WebUplifterMinistries]
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