Lynn C. Price
Mothers are Angels sent from Heaven above,
Great works of such beauty, part of God’s love.
They give all they can and then give some more,
Nurse all your pains and bandage what’s sore.
They’ll work many jobs to give you their best,
Grieve when each child flies from the nest.
She sits up at night with every sick child,
Never complaining, her rewards are worthwhile.
A Mother’s heart is steady, strong and so sure,
Blessed through the ages with all that is pure.
Lunches to pack, school clothes to be bought,
Punishments dished out when an erring child is caught.
Soccer and baseball, she sits in the stands,
Through the rain and the heat, she’s your biggest fan.
Meals bought with pennies, she saves every dime,
There’s college to pay for and she’s run out of time.
She’ll patch knees on jeans until her fingers bleed,
Money must be spent on things her family needs.
A master mechanic, a whiz at most things,
She looks at her children and her sweet heart sings.
Some are birth mothers, others by choice;
Each has a mission to hear a child’s voice.
To lead a small hand away from danger’s lair,
Get paint off of walls and gum out of hair.
Then there’s the mothers who act as dads, too,
Special Angels God sends to help us get through.
Double the work, two times the pain,
She’ll do a fine job and will do it again.
In the autumn of life she reflects on her days,
Sweet memories of rainbows full of the sun’s rays.
God opens His Arms and welcomes her home,
“Rest now My Angel, your love is well known.”
©Copyright March 10, 2006 by Lynn Price
Author’s Note: Dedicated to my Mother, Rosita Thompson and In Memory of All of God’s Angels