For my mom
When I was little you worked all night
To be with us during the day.
You spent your time down on our level,
On the floor in play.
Playing pretend and reading a book
Having fun in every way.
You let us climb all over you
Messing up your hair
Patting your face, pulling your skin
Acting like a bear.
Then we’d lie down and go to sleep
Knowing that you were right there.
When I was sick, you took care of me
And stayed with me and listened to me complain
You sat on the steps in the middle of the night
So I wouldn’t suffer alone
When I was sad, or couldn’t sleep
You would rub my back forever
For hours on end it must have seemed
Trying to calm me down.
It gave me comfort and helped me relax
Knowing you were there.
You took me to church and taught me about Jesus
And showed me how to pray.
Your life showed me how to trust and have faith
In our Father up above.
That is why I believe in God
And I am who I am today.
As I grew older you helped out at school
And drove me all around
To baton practice, piano lessons and where ever I had to be
You were involved and interested
A cheering observer of everything I did
As I grew older still you taught me to be
Responsible, independent and self sufficient
I’m sure that you cringed
And prayed even harder as I got behind a wheel
But you let me go, trusting in God to take care of me
And mold me into the woman He wanted me to be
You welcomed my friends
Every single one
No matter who they were
Or what they looked like
Or where they came from
Everyone was at home.
Once out of school, you gave me a job
Taught me a career
So I could start a new life.
You took me to Florida to visit my boyfriend
And see if he was worth all the trouble.
You loved and accepted him
Even though you knew he would take me away.
Even now I know you are there
Still worrying and praying for me
Cheering me on and giving me strength
Courage and hope that I can be
Even half as good a mom as you.
So thank you for all that you do
Your sacrifices and love
Know that you are loved in return
Appreciated and missed.
I love you Mom!
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